Either I'm not receiving most of the BritPoets mail or every subject raised
in the last two months has suddenly been completely dropped.
Is there anybody still out there?
It's darkling across the bleak plains of English poesie. A few bedraggled
stragglers creep along the sides of the ditches holding bottles wrapped in
brown paper. They are making their way slowly to Exmouth.
Where there's a big (big?) Conference in two days, called POST-MODERN
POETRY. If I find out what that means during the event I'll report back,
though I don't expect to. But the weather's looking up and probably a
number of middle-aged poets will take their shoes and socks off. The
important thing is that the Conference is skilfully timed so that nobody
has to miss an episode of Father Ted.
Anon /P Riley
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