let me concur with Rue Hazard's call for more oafishness--


"And breezing that against so many poesies pures, in the issue of "No" at hand, frankly, what I long for (in the "scene" generally) is more oafishness. Not the recombinant superior gleaming machine-oafishness of flarf-generators, but the droopy drawers, stumbled-down, anything goes inheritors of the Biotherm-esque O'Hara, Berryman's big mess, and Ammons's barrages of garbage. Or Bernadette Mayer's dishevel'd junkyard dog opus, or Alice Notley's sass in the filigree. Ain't there a chill despotic cleanliness, a shard-preciosity, all around now? More splendid piss-burn and rags and jags! More guffaw and betises! More spilt Willies!"