Tzara
Continental
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- Aug 2, 2005
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Hey. It's November, the month (at least in the USA) of Thanksgiving, but also the month of Our Major Election. By this time next year we will have ousted the current regime and instilled some other. Forgive me if I am tepid in my expectations.
So. What could possibly be a more appropriate challenge for the month than to combine charity and greed?
Here's the score: Give money to some charity and I'll vote your poem (or story, I am not that particular) a five. Hell, I'll even write you some glorious commentary (assuming you have that turned on) that should inspire others to hop on your aesthetic bandwagon. Maybe kite your missive all the way to number one on the Lit Top List! Wouldn't that like make your day?
Rules: You have to tell me, obviously, what poem or story I'm suposed to pump. (Hint: PM.) I thought about having you fax me a copy of your check (name, address, and, most importantly, bank routing codes, obscured), but I have decided to trust you all. Isn't that wonderful of me? Just swear on a stack of whatever--Bibles, Zig Zag papers, Google stock certificates, high school yearbooks--that you are donating at least, say $10 (easy, hey?) to the Charity of Your Choice, tell me what poem/story you want me to rave about, and we're square.
Rules adaptable as we go along, of course.
So buy me people. My vote's for sale.
Cha-ching!
So. What could possibly be a more appropriate challenge for the month than to combine charity and greed?
Here's the score: Give money to some charity and I'll vote your poem (or story, I am not that particular) a five. Hell, I'll even write you some glorious commentary (assuming you have that turned on) that should inspire others to hop on your aesthetic bandwagon. Maybe kite your missive all the way to number one on the Lit Top List! Wouldn't that like make your day?
Rules: You have to tell me, obviously, what poem or story I'm suposed to pump. (Hint: PM.) I thought about having you fax me a copy of your check (name, address, and, most importantly, bank routing codes, obscured), but I have decided to trust you all. Isn't that wonderful of me? Just swear on a stack of whatever--Bibles, Zig Zag papers, Google stock certificates, high school yearbooks--that you are donating at least, say $10 (easy, hey?) to the Charity of Your Choice, tell me what poem/story you want me to rave about, and we're square.
Rules adaptable as we go along, of course.
So buy me people. My vote's for sale.
Cha-ching!