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I find myself with Geraldine Monk's post on this matter. The words "avant-garde" incite projection on a grand scale, the poets on whom that evil star is made to shine becoming screens on which anything goes. Extraordinarily fixed expectations concerning all sorts of topics, money, prosody, land/street/selfscapes, CO2 emissions and whatnot are set up without any reference to the poets or their work and then AMAZINGLY disappointment is expressed post hoc. A mile or so from me there is a very active pigeon fanciers club. I would find it inconceivable that any of their regular meetings, and sometime they DO have conferences with furrin' speakers, would arouse a parallel intra-porcelain tempestuosness. And £35 or whatever it was is peanuts for a weekend conference. best Randolph Healy