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While not filled with optimism, I still feel "Poetry" is in much better shape than before the internet. Even then, it was in better shape than before rock & roll, with the terms "poet" and "poetry" being attached to figures (Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Bob Dylan) whose audience numbers in the millions. Just yesterday I was considering how a google search on my name and a rocking grid backing my oral rendition of texts could amplify the audience for a reading I'm scheduled to give in an area of this country where I wouldn't claim to be "known". More "hooks" available than ever before--why not use them. Which reminds me of the border between stand-up comedy and performance art, along which I've been known to walk. Barry Alpert On Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:02:09 +0100, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote: >Some people these days say that poetry is dead, some violently deny >it. My current image of the art is that of Desdemona while being, and >after, suffocated by Othello: murdered but still talking in its last >gasps, raising up from its pillow on a final breath. The >Wilhelm-Baynes translation of the I Ching has a line somewhere : >'persistently ill, but still does not die' , which takes one beyond >poor Desdemona, as of course her last revival is, well, curtains for >her if not quite then the play. > >-- >David Bircumshaw >Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/ >The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html >Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk