Peter Riley wrote: > I'm talking about lost souls who hung around the back-streets of Soho or langished on Birmingham council estates thirty years ago and had one > mimeographed booklet published in 200 copies. Now, that's my kind of neglected: the steps of Birmingham Art Gallery or a bed-sit in Hull where I was taken when I was 16 to "see the poets" by a friend who'd heard of my scribbling &, I presume, thought aversion was called for. They lay in sleeping bags & said "Man, you gotta experience it" when asked for advice. I filed that, and looked for another version. But in the weirdest places, a self singing through its torn clothing, or its business suit or its doctor's coat or etc. So, thanks Peter, for Pete Bland's poems. I hope never to have to define a "real poem" but "In the Wind" did the solar trick for me: although I MIGHT omit the last sentence - love the idea, a kiss tasting of voices, but it seems tacked on here.????God, the nerve of me. Anyway, does that ever show up in the (Books) part of you? Bests, Pete. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%