Can poetry survive? Can we survive as poets? There are more poets than tigers or black rhinos. There are more readers of verse than Leatherback Turtles or all of the Yangtze Finless Porpoise.
Grand Theft Auto, Strive-and-Thrive books, Brave-New-World movie rentalsβ they may have taken over living room pleasures. But now with our tweets and submittables,
our bad poems travel fast. The wires and workshops are still full of weedy thinkers and word-tinkers. Maybe the distribution will change and who makes the money, like the printing press
set the monks to the curb. The medium was always unstable. As soon as an invention is born, it begins to die. Donβt put all your eggs in one anthology. Speaking of which, weβre not as big as a chicken-
processing lobby, nor our players as emboldened as enthusiasts visiting Comic-Con. But weβre full of deviance and underground custom, perfectly respectable as a cult: religious, novel, obsessively durable.