I felt so honored when three big boxes of manuscripts arrived on my doorstep, and I was reminded that for many, many people out there, poetry and philosophy do occupy a central place in their psyches. And then three more boxes arrived. And then three more. In the end, David Baker, Andrew Hudgins, and I were nearly overwhelmed by the passion of people eager to affirm this centrality. Look at what passes for the new-you will not find it there, but in despised poems.
Poetry makes nothing happen, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
And as for you out there-you are a stubborn crowd, insisting on your fidelity to this unpopular art, and for that I thank you. You're in for a wonderful reading. You repeat the word bulb . Bulb bulb bulb. You stop in the nick of time.