I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Three-Card Monty

All around hoopy frood, Jay Lake, describes the Three Pile Theory of Anthology Slush Reading. Like Moses come to the Artic Ocean, Mr. Lake parts the slushy sea into threes and works out the details.

And here I thought they threw them down a stairwell and whoever made it to the bottom was the pick. Or is that grading and who gets an A? Or am I thinking of the "Throw them at the ceiling and whatever sticks gets an F" method? Nevermind. (and just in case anybody takes that too seriously, I am obviously joking, getting out of the slush is contingient on whomever sends the best cookies, we all know that).

1 comment:

Camille Alexa said...

I thought this antho-editor post was quite encouraging, actually: I never believed the majority of editors spent much time on submissions from total unknowns.