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when I think of the hundreds of USAPO anthologies published over the past 30 or so years,
and when I reflect that my verse appears in almost none of them,
I have a choice:
A, I can say all those editors excluded my work because I have been (and continue to be) blacklisted by the USAPO-Biz power centers—
or
B, I can say that all those editors excluded my work because it is unworthy of being anthologized—
so which do I choose to say to myself:
A or B?
If it's A, I'm a paranoid;
if it's B, I'm a failure:
B means my poetry is worthless, my lifetime of effort has been in vain, and indeed I should stop trying to write, stop publishing my junkverse, I should go away somewhere and shoot myself or at least cease and desist from ever showing my wretchwords in any venue,
including my blogs . . .
So either I'm crazy, or I'm a failure.
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