"I’m just a misunderstood poet here in the middle of California. The Paris Review has rejected me twice, and I feel lazy about getting the third. Why is it so hard to get poetry and, well, anything else published? Does that mean that many of us are bad writers? Amateur clowns imitating W. B. Yeats, Kafka, Frank O’Hara, et cetera? Who should I be if I am nothing right now? Will I be somebody if I get published? —Jorge
"As a young editor, Robert Giroux once asked T. S. Eliot whether all editors were not failed poets. 'All poets are failed poets,' said Eliot. And he was Eliot."
[From Paris Review]
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