>Poetry (that poetry which moves into its real and unmediated >nature outside the circumscribed legality of hoaxed identities) is the one >art that can take the Spirit of Theater from the fabricated, from the >compromised and faked productional premise that poetry presently entertains, >to the absolute Real, turning poetry inside out, into a Real object, like a >Klein bottle, as I said of Gould's tentative rhymes, that "real" laws cannot >touch. Gracious Kent. I am quite off-colour, psychically speaking, at the moment, and so showing my less agile selves: nevertheless, despite the appealing passion of your plea for the real, there's part of me thinking - aren't you missing a point or two? Shakespeare - Pessoa's self acknowledged Master - called himself Shakespeare, whoever he was in reality. His identity as author pales into insignificance beside the works themselves, which offer their own counter arguments to everything - but besides that, if you accept that Shakespare was Shakespeare, he was a professional writer earning a crust. A wright, as it were, rather than a writer, and so steeped in these modes of production and presentation which you so bewail as problems in themselves. I don't think it matters much. The author identity question, that is. It seems so secondary to me. The key to the Real - well, we're all looking - Best Alison