PRIVILEGED WHITE MALE..... NOT SO MUCH.

Still writing the memoir tentatively called Privileged White Male. The title is to be understood as somewhat but not entirely ironical. I fully understand women's complaints, but, I've not been entirely successful when compared to the self confident and/or Type-A males in the workforce. The memoir clearly reveals this. Thus, I identify with women more than they might like. And women do quite well in the writing community these days, whereas I'm not doing as well as I believe I deserve to be doing. More women than men buy books.

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Lately, I've sent off some eight line poems (roughly comparable to Chinese lushi) that are quite good. I believe in them. And one editor actually complimented the "spirit" of them, but rejected them for not being the sort of metaphor he desires, though not in those words. My lushi express an atheistic existential point of view, but I think many editors these days can't see through the plain surface of my lushi to what lies beneath them. They expect, and many demand, some sort of metaphoric and jumbled word play. In fact, if a poem says something clearly on the surface, they would rather it be a puzzle that must be puzzled over. Seriously.

In conclusion, one outcome I can depend on is that on an irregular and frustrating basis, crap will appear in my diaper.