It has been brought to our attention that certain readers find Dispatches from the Poetry Wars to be “ugh, embarrassing because “unlike Olson’s and Dorn’s authority” which “zeroed in on the crucial event of language in a given moment,” Dispatches is “confused and messy in a bad way.”

Honey, we say, take your crucial event of language and gently insert it where the sun don’t shine (opening, deepening, darkening, as it were).

I guess you didn’t notice, but we are notorious for colouring outside the lines without consideration for “good ways” and “bad ways” and have been for a very long time. And although it pains us that we have confused you and upset your sense of legitimate authority and tradition, we would like to point out that the problem is yours, not ours. We are not concerned with what Olson or Dorn did. That’s past tense in case you didn’t notice. The last thing in the world we want to do is turn Dispatches into a site for what Dr. Williams called “the traditionalists of plagiarism.” Ugh, indeed.

We are merely concerned with pointing out a few uncomfortable facts about the present world in which poetry has been reduced to a cheap commodity, an object to be exchanged for prestige and positions in the English Department, if not prizes and money. Hey, you too can be an Associate Professor, or get your very own blog on Harriet or – especially swell – a podcast at the Great Philadelphia Poetry Warehouse and Media Centre. Just bend over a little, sweetie, (speaking of position) and keep your mouth shut about those arrests.

If you find that confusing, you really ought to check your priorities.