A vision of poetry utopia

from Baroque in Hackney:

Less kvetching about “why no one reads poetry.” First of all, they DO, and second, just shuddupaboudit. It’s like having a party and buttonholing your guests about why nobody came.

A vast expanse of expansiveness. Why are poets, of all people, complaining that too much poetry is being published? Let’s have less of the hyenas round the dried-up old watering hole trope, and more of the old spirit of plenty. The kind of plenty that comes from within . . .