Finally!

Spotted this at my local BAM, and couldn't help laughing. In 2010, a compositional method that more/less has served experimental writers at least since the inception of flarf (probably prior) gets lauded (unto commercial poet-stardom), as if found-object's influence/subversion of the will of the author is a radical new concept, and Kenneth Goldsmith's completely (authorially) unobtrusive Day (a word-for-word transcription of a day's copy of the Times) never happened. Take experimental poetics or leave them, but what I really hope for there to be in the future is a type of poetry freed from formal constraints, composed according to musical phrase, perhaps (but certainly sans metronome), which renders the world as it appears to the author in all its varying intensities of shape, color, and feeling, yet still mimetically just.. we can call it vers libre! Call your agent.