January 12th, 2010 / 12:26 am
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A Note from the Tyrant

The Tyrant Giancarlo Ditrapano sends a word:

Hullo. The New York Tyrant has opened submissions again. I know, I know. It’s been awhile, but hold off on giving me shit before I have a chance to explain. See, I have this huge fear of submissions readers. Besides pieces suggested from friends, I am the only reader I have. That’s a bad idea, I know. The reason why I won’t take on any readers is due to the fear that they might pass over something good. I mean, I know I don’t have magic eyes or anything but what if something really great got passed up? To avoid this I’ve always had a small submissions window in order to not get too bogged down and forced to make hasty decisions. I mean, staring down a pile of slush and saying, “I’m fixing to end you, you mother,” and then going at it and throwing them so fast into the rejection pile that you never really have a chance to read their name, well, it ain’t so fair. You’d be lucky if I even got past your title. Sometimes even the first name is as far as I’d get (“There is no way I am publishing another fucking Thomas this year, sorry!”). That would be terrible. Then I would be at the bar later on, drunk, doing drugs in the bathroom with someone I don’t even like and I’d be telling them, “Yeah, I went through like 200 submissions today.” And he’d be, “That’s impossible.” And I’d be, “No, it isn’t, I’ll show you. How much of that is left? Let’s go back to mine and I’ll show you.” And we’d go back to mine and I’d say, “See!” and he’d say the slush pile looks like I didn’t really go through it but just kind of moved it to the side a bit. And he’d be right. And I’d be sad. And you’d be cheated.

But I met someone though. I took a class on plumbing this summer and met someone I think I can trust. Luke Goebel. He’ll be handling the direct submissions for now. Great guy. Plus, he lives a magical kind of life. The other day he was swimming with dolphins in fucking Hawaii (sounds cheesy but you just know it isn’t cheesy at all once you’re doing it) and an hour later was rejecting submissions for me. I need that kind of sunny extension of myself because I’m a fucking mess. It’s freezing cold in New York, my apartment is getting smaller (it really is!), and I am almost done smoking all of the non-menthol cigarettes in Hell’s Kitchen. I can no longer read the labels on my prescriptions (“Wait, is that even my name?”) and I’m thinking about shaving my head. I need a man in Havana (nonsense). I need a Marlow (not nonsense).

So, you still mad? Cool. Submissions are open. Please put it inside me. submissions@nytyrant.com

P.S. Check our submissions page first. There are only like two rules.

P.P.S. Disregard the cash prize thing on postcard. Shit’s old.

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17 Comments

  1. james yeh

      fuck yea giancarlo

  2. james yeh

      fuck yea giancarlo

  3. Lincoln

      You misspelled your last name there.

  4. Lincoln

      You misspelled your last name there.

  5. Brian Foley

      love that pic

  6. Brian Foley

      love that pic

  7. jonny ross

      thought that was noah cicero for a sec

  8. jonny ross

      thought that was noah cicero for a sec

  9. david erlewine

      Cause there’s a hole in my heart getting bigger
      And everything I’ll ever be I’ve been
      And I need someone to pull the trigger

  10. david erlewine

      Cause there’s a hole in my heart getting bigger
      And everything I’ll ever be I’ve been
      And I need someone to pull the trigger

  11. Blake Butler

      i want to know about this class on plumbing btw

  12. Blake Butler

      i want to know about this class on plumbing btw

  13. james

      heard a lot of knowledge was dropped

  14. james

      heard a lot of knowledge was dropped

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  16. Rachel B Glaser

      more like, a lot of shit was spewed

  17. Rachel B Glaser

      more like, a lot of shit was spewed