{"id":10199,"date":"2023-12-05T02:03:55","date_gmt":"2023-12-05T02:03:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=10199"},"modified":"2023-12-05T02:03:55","modified_gmt":"2023-12-05T02:03:55","slug":"the-pick-up-artist-by-karol-nielsen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-pick-up-artist-by-karol-nielsen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pick-up Artist by Karol Nielsen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-10201 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist.jpg\" alt=\"The Pick up Artist\" width=\"1600\" height=\"900\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist.jpg 1600w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/The-Pick-up-Artist-1536x864.jpg 1536w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 1600px) 100vw, 1600px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1600px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1600\/900;\" \/><\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Pick-up Artist<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karol Nielsen<\/span><\/p>\n<p>After graduating from the Columbia School of Journalism, I became the managing editor of a Bronx newspaper and my graduate school classmate became a stringer for The New York Times. I wanted to be a stringer, too. I gave him almost everything I had ever published and he recommended me for the job.<\/p>\n<p>I became a Metro Section stringer and I covered a fire, a numbers bust, a gang fight, a gun standoff at Penn Station, the death of a homeless man across from a hospital, and other stories. My reporting appeared in the Times and I always bought a copy of the paper.<\/p>\n<p>Once, a tall, burly man with a baseball cap and thick beard approached me at the newsstand near my Upper West Side apartment.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you want to be an actress?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, a writer,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>He shrugged and wrote his name and number in my newly purchased New York Times\u2014James Toback, writer \u201cBugsy\u201d and director \u201cThe Pick-up Artist.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCall me if you change your mind,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>Turns out, he was accused of being a sexual predator who used to target women in my old neighborhood. Luckily, I moved across town and became a writer and never called.<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karol Nielsen is the author of the memoirs<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Walking A&amp;P and Black Elephants<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and three poetry chapbooks. Her first memoir was shortlisted for the William Saroyan International Prize for Writing. Her full-length poetry collection was a finalist for the Colorado Prize for Poetry. Her poem \u201cThis New Manhattan\u201d was a finalist for the Ruth Stone Poetry Prize.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Pick-up Artist by Karol Nielsen After graduating from the Columbia School of Journalism, I became the managing editor of a Bronx newspaper and my graduate school classmate became a stringer for The New York Times. I wanted to be a stringer, too. 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