Q: A suggestion.
A: Go ahead.
Q: Change the subtitle of Hick Lit from A Hidden, or Unknown Masterpiece to The Daily Bulletin.
A: Hick Lit: The Daily Bulletin. I like it.
How about The Daily Bulletin: Hick Lit.
Or The Daily Bulletin: Poems, Prose Vignettes, Literary Theory, Literary Criticism.
Q: Nothing about anecdotes and ravings, or autobiographical fiction?
A: Okay. The Daily Bulletin: Poems, Prose Vignettes, Literary Theory,
Literary Criticism, Diatribe.
Q: Diatribe. You could use an epigraph from Walker Percy.
Dear Jack: Thanks for Screed. It's good diatribe. The reason I know is that diatribe makes me feel better. And I felt better reading it.
A: That’s right. I’m not griping about New York. It’s not complaining. It’s not whining. It’s diatribe.
In the tradition of Generation of Vipers, Generation of Swine.
Q: Generation of Strainers. Strain at a gnat and swallow a camel.
A: Generation of Strainers. I come from a generation where coolness was admired. Grace under pressure.
Nobody is under more pressure than a writer.
Q: You put the pressure on yourself.
A: Yes. Is you is or is you ain’t an existentialist.
It’s a test of character.