"The
book: well you know I would delight in this. As (I hope, though always
redoubting) I already mentioned, you're an actual poet, as opposed to
(unpublished Dictionary entry): POET: (1.) gossip columinst exclusively about him/herself (2.) distinguishable from prose writers by virtue of being
many times more prosaic.
So in the lower-case-plus-biologically-alive category that makes you,
Ben Watson, Sean Bonney, Anne Boyer, Susan Howe... there must be some
others but their names escape me now (perhaps because unlike upper-case
Poets the lower-case names aren't always out door-knocking for
attention).
Hard
to separate the the music (please let's be done with this upper-case
'Noise', which I don't recall you ever advocating anyway) from the
writing/physical appearance of the whole thing/compressed memory of you
(& DB on the few occasions I saw you play together) making this
stuff: I play it less often than I look at the words but when played it
breathes justified world-spite. Lightly and with pathos not bathos
(because unlike so much loud ponderous shite it knows the bathysphere
and won't stoop to pathetic pleading).
Cramped, muttering, twitching but unflinchingly aligned,
m. "