that I value
just the other
about a guy that wrote
a most-dreadful book
about walking the Chinese
Wall – good on him for
doing the work but his book
I told the editor of the magazine
to find anyone else
to complete that
My father-in-law said, “you’ve always
been honest, you’ve never been less than
I pointed out that this happened when I
was young, and principled
and had paid employment too.
I wasn’t going to sully my name by
writing a flattering profile of a
terrible writer with a shitty-fuck
book for a lame magazine, for coins that
would go towards beer-money.
But that was then.
Now I dream of shitty-books and their
very-bad writers flocking at the door
with their lame stories, squishy hyperbole
and the magazines that would pay to try
sell their story.
Richard Meltzer’s life-summary, A Whore
Just Like The Rest, is still
on my shelf;
forever top of my list.
I’d sell my principles right now
if I thought they’d get me a gig…