so i wrote The Leaf Chronicle...
I wrote the editor of "The Leaf Chronicle" asking for a submitted writers column from the good people of our town, Clarksville, TN. I sent them the enclosed doctrine asking for a small section of their oh so "glorious" paper for fellow natives to express their views in artful kabobs of words. *wink* Let's see just how far the farce gets me. Notoriety? I highly doubt it.
without further adieu...
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As a native Clarksvillian and an avid reader/writer, I would greatly appreciate a section of your paper allotted for other natives to express their views openly, maybe even anonymously. I enjoy to write poetry and small snippets of the workings of my mind. But what good is it if they remain my own secret? A section filled with the writings and banter of fellow members of this community would, if not only, bring together maybe total strangers. And who knows, maybe just recognition would be ascertained easily in just flick of your wrist. As the leading source of our town's daily news, you control the slant of every story before it raptures our eyes. How graceful would it be for people to open their morning paper, and find words of inspiring truth from their neighbor not three miles away. How wonderful would it be for someone to look forward to maybe just your weekly column of contributing writers rhetoric of the tumbling gears of the world. Maybe I'm being rash and brazen, but I know, just like a field of dreams... if you build it, they will, in fact come. Take this however you will -- easily discard or take it at face-value...take a risk and maybe start something fresh and ideal for people who are tired of hearing about the atrocities faced everyday by the same people who read your very paper. Is it true that bad news is the best news?
A submitted writers column, even just a weekly one, would be a blessing of light in this darkened world. A chance for the timid yet gifted to stretch their voice beyond their journals or diaries. And what fantastic publicity would it be for you if your paper hosted the first poem or prose of the next Whitman or Hemingway or Wells or Dickinson. An article readied to be fetched on eBay for an outlandish price.
I have nothing to promise and definitely nothing to offer except my words. You steer what gets the final print and what is scrapped and shunned and fed to the wolves. I just think, humbly, that it would be a small gift to give to the hungry mob, starving for fresh, refreshing words of truth from the same class they attend.
And if your still with me at this point, I graciously thank you for your time.
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I never read the paper, mainly because its full of scandals and stories of great modern day Greek-tragedies. But if I could read words of beauty, words with heart pushing them, maybe I would succumb and pay for a subscription. I highly doubt I'll be taken seriously, rather I'll receive a letter thanking me for my input but due to monetary limitations, a brand new section just isn't feasible. But at least I tried...right? Right? RIGHT!? ...
without further adieu...
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As a native Clarksvillian and an avid reader/writer, I would greatly appreciate a section of your paper allotted for other natives to express their views openly, maybe even anonymously. I enjoy to write poetry and small snippets of the workings of my mind. But what good is it if they remain my own secret? A section filled with the writings and banter of fellow members of this community would, if not only, bring together maybe total strangers. And who knows, maybe just recognition would be ascertained easily in just flick of your wrist. As the leading source of our town's daily news, you control the slant of every story before it raptures our eyes. How graceful would it be for people to open their morning paper, and find words of inspiring truth from their neighbor not three miles away. How wonderful would it be for someone to look forward to maybe just your weekly column of contributing writers rhetoric of the tumbling gears of the world. Maybe I'm being rash and brazen, but I know, just like a field of dreams... if you build it, they will, in fact come. Take this however you will -- easily discard or take it at face-value...take a risk and maybe start something fresh and ideal for people who are tired of hearing about the atrocities faced everyday by the same people who read your very paper. Is it true that bad news is the best news?
A submitted writers column, even just a weekly one, would be a blessing of light in this darkened world. A chance for the timid yet gifted to stretch their voice beyond their journals or diaries. And what fantastic publicity would it be for you if your paper hosted the first poem or prose of the next Whitman or Hemingway or Wells or Dickinson. An article readied to be fetched on eBay for an outlandish price.
I have nothing to promise and definitely nothing to offer except my words. You steer what gets the final print and what is scrapped and shunned and fed to the wolves. I just think, humbly, that it would be a small gift to give to the hungry mob, starving for fresh, refreshing words of truth from the same class they attend.
And if your still with me at this point, I graciously thank you for your time.
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I never read the paper, mainly because its full of scandals and stories of great modern day Greek-tragedies. But if I could read words of beauty, words with heart pushing them, maybe I would succumb and pay for a subscription. I highly doubt I'll be taken seriously, rather I'll receive a letter thanking me for my input but due to monetary limitations, a brand new section just isn't feasible. But at least I tried...right? Right? RIGHT!? ...