Martin Walker popped up and said, making unnecessary fun of me,
>THIS has provoked me to emerge from my lurk-hole, Robin...etc...
>wa-wa, Kent
Oh, wa, eh? So now I've got this image in my head of a tiny,
toothless, yapping dog running in frantic circles around a
pipsqueak talking worm named Marty.
By the way, and not to fall too much into the non-syllogism, if we
think about Language poetry from an analogical point of view, would
its relationship to the traditional centers of poetic power be more
like A) The Green Party USA to the Republican Party, or B) The
Democratic Party to the Republican Party? I say it's B, hands
down. Another interesting question, if I am right, is who is the Tony
Blair of English poetry?
For anyone who may be interested, and not that I'm optimistic, or
anything, because I'm not, and you probably shouldn't read it
anyway because it was very rapidly done, and I would revise most
of it if I could to expand certain points and make myself sound
better, that;s for sure... but for what it's worth --though not to toot
my own horn-- because I know that's impolite in coffee houses on
the continent, there is a conversation between me and the
infamous David Hess in the new Exquisite Corpse on-line, along
with lots of other things there. A very strange and somewhat
exhilarating magazine.
Kent
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