only a bimbo wld. introduce a radio verse sayin it had prbs. with craft yet still worthy of being heard. thats called speaking out of the side of your mouth, letting the dirty work of truth, shut down the facts of truth. that poetry is not craft or nazi factory precision. poetry is whatever poets decide. not radio. announcers reading it. ina gushhead voice. with no care for its transient nature. all these old ideas. such shite. banal. tawdry. poetry is a way of life. dig. dig the repeats. not the knotted crapola of them behind a microphone. give me a 'bad' ve rse anyday and a microphone. schizophonia is the space. of declaration not the sap of macroni. or marconi.
