Conversation I had with a guy at a party this weekend:
Me: You look like Don Henley!
Guy: Who's Don Henley?
Me: You don't know who Don Henley is? How old are you?
Guy: I'm 28.
Me: He was in the Eagles.
Guy: There were a lot of people in the Eagles.
Me: There were five!
Guy: I'm into black metal.
Among other recent frustrating encounters: One of my contributors for the next issue of Absent wanted me to make what I considered extensive revisions to the poems I had accepted. I sent him the proofs, he sent back different poems. Poets have on occasion asked me to make revisions before publication; if I like the poems as much or better, no harm no foul. (And usually the poets have said that I can publish whichever version I prefer.) In this case, I much preferred the original poems (most of my favorite lines had been revised out of the new versions), but the author was unwilling to have those published under his name. So I had to pull them from the issue. :( I miss my little poems. His little poems. Whose poems are they, now that I want them more than he does? Editors, have you been in this situation?