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Writing to agree wholeheartedly with Alan about the richer variety of poetries in the period from 1975-ish onwards. In fact, in some way that list posted by Peter Riley a few days back, of musical diversity, might be approximated by the range of poetic practices 'we' currently have. What I have a sense of is clumps of practitioner kinships, or to try another one a labyrinth of influences and meeting points. No, forget all of that let's stick with the rivers and the seas. There are many many tributaries and overlappings, poolings etcetera. Some flow runs extremely slow, some passes through in a quick brightness and is gone. Blah. The rock face has thousands upon thousands of tiny droplets, each finding their own pathway through encrusted surface into the pool then on and out into the sea. It must be the morning sunshine through this attic window. I can almost smell the salt:) love and love cris -- %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%