After posting the Juan Ramon post below, I had a few friends contact me and say they feared their manuscripts were the unloved ones . . . that they were Juan Ramon. I suppose we all fear that our manuscripts and books are unloved children, sent out into a cold and heartless world. Sigh.
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There's always aspiring to the absolutist's higher ground. Put it about that your aversion is democratic and may be unselectively applied to or by anyone who enquires.
In this respect Juanita and Juan become Everypoet, as in Bunyan. Their poor sheepish cowering little poemlets, herding together, baa-ing and moo-ing, waiting to be dismissed and/or ignored.
All-Purpose Courtesy Response Notice follows.
Occasions Upon Which the Poems of Juanita and/or Juan Ramon Shall Be Read By Me
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not read them in the rain.
I will not read them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I will not read them in a box.
I will not read them with a fox.
I will not read them in a house.
I will not read them with a mouse.
I will not read here or there.
I will not read them ANYWHERE!
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