For slow and slow that ship will go

In keeping with the ethos of the movement, I’ve taken my time getting to Dale Smith’s SloPo manifesto over on his Skanky Possum blog, and again (and better) over on Bookslut.
In his essay, Smith very politely proposes a poetics that would disrupt systems of thought in a more radical manner than the uber-presence of “conceptual poetry” or flarf have thus far done.
Instead of avant garde, SloPo is après tout.

Briefly (and a tad reductively) SloPo is a poetics based on the Italian slow food and slow biking movements, encouraging the use of outmoded technology like Xerox and letterpress to reach local audiences, while at the same time focusing on slow, careful crafting rather than fast, zeitgeisty 24/7 production.
SloPo could, Smith writes, “salvage ancient technes of poetics in order to create imaginative approaches to living locally.”
In the comments: Joseph Harrington brings up the possible advantages of a SloPo-ness of consumption as well as production, saying that perhaps one thoughtful book-reading per month is more than enough; Kristen Prevallet proposes taking into consideration the resources involved in poetry production, furthering some ideas put forth in “Poetry, Ecology, and the Reappropriaton of Lived Space”; And Jordan (I assume Davis) says “I enjoy the emphasis you place on slowness, even as the shadow of Ron S's quietude passes over it.”
Kasey Mohammad thinks it over at Lime Tree, and counters that “all poetry is slow poetry,” which echoes the thoughts on this ten year old Buffalo listserv thread, as well as Friar Laurence's advice in Romeo and Juliet, "“Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.”
After getting over my initial tittering at the idea of the blogospherical gobbling of a SloPo movement, I've decided to just luxuriate in the idea, pick some blackberries and lounge in the Snohomish River over the weekend while reading a little OG SloPo from Lorine Niedecker. I encourage all poets and critics to do the equivalent.