I liked

http://www.actionyes.org/

Including a striking encounter between Robert Grenier and a student's essay
and (translated) 7 poems by Rodica Draghinescu among which the below

*GOOD MORNING IN THE MOST UNUSUAL WAYS*

good morning in the most unusual ways
behind this sticky cellophane
there’s my ten-story apartment block
I live on the ground floor
if you knock seven times on the parquet door / with the *renaissance *knob
you’ll see I’m not lying
GOOD
daytime divided into syllables sounds like hell
on paper it sounds authoritative
good morning
I pirouette around my day / I put my seal on it
I’m becoming the statue of my solitude
my specialty is a musical foundation
as I wait here day pecks at my palm
eventually there’ll be nothing left to peck
good morning
I echo others’ greetings
they don’t like how I coo
good moooooooorning
I’ll never offer them a good morning again
to feed their illusions
I’m not disciplined
I’ve barely escaped poaching an idea
in which I wanted to hide my bidet
the day wears away for the very same reasons as evening
at evening’s close my hair fades to white
I’m fidgety I switch off the lamp
my hair sheds light on what’s to come
good morning then good morning when
good morning just good morning even
backwards good morning forwards the same good morning
and everything else good morning forever
the yellow room where I greet you expects a tip
so good morning
life is round and in the middle of it a rectangle
waits for you like a bus at its stop
good morning I whisper in your ears
in your eyes good morning towards green
good morning towards purple black’s above everything
and alone
solitude turns itself into a mountain
there the greeting gets borne on the shoulders
in the form of a Latin wing
SALVE
my solitude is broad-backed and strong
it does not believe in wombs breasts and associated organs
the goodmorninginside-goodmorningoutside style
soon after goodmorningfarewell
okthengoaway
that’s why children in choirs and their grandmothers in trams
sing about good morning
what’s he saying what’s he saying
he’s saying good morning
which should suggest
we talk only to ourselves
as we search for the magical solitude
good morning inexhaustibly.




-- 
David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk