I sometimes think we deserve to die, we’re all so goddamned stupid. - Greg Bear

Poetry is dead and buried in a world of growing LitVid and illiteracy, vidiocy I’ve heard it called. Being dead, poetry has enormous freedom; being ignored, it can blossom like a rose in a manure heap. Poetry is risen. Poetry is the messiah of literature but the angel has not yet told anybody it is risen.

The feedback loop is half of the secret of existence.

With a little ceremony, and not much in the way of clothing left to remove, we celebrated still being alive.