Saturday... on the train reading Hamsun's Hunger. The impoverished young writer's state of perpetual starvation simultaneously drives his will to write as much as it crushes it. Continuously rejected, he must eat his own manuscripts in order to forge on...
Today... (groggy)back at work. Looking through a poet's papers - a folder of correspondence with publishers - it is dense with rejection - I am awestruck by her perserverence - production never falters - poems roll off the assembly line - There are no visible bite marks.
