The D'Rosa looks great but I'm not in Sheffield

I meant you assumed I was fake and for that, and continued condescension, I won't be engaging with you

I was responding to this. The rest is pettifogging while the country is literally under threat from a populist enemy within.

No I'm not. Do some research and get an argument.

Nein, eh,
Manhiria Billke

you must change:
what you've be(e/a)n?
to decaff?

Also possibly one could substitute "off-road" for "away". Or "remote". Or "Downtrod" even, or even the bell-like "forlorn". That sort of melancholic note that implies destitution and misfortune.

And that's what "sending your work out" ought to be.

that one by cris cheek and that one by Frances Presley and that one by Maggie O'Sullivan... and they all KNEW each other and presented to each other. And they're all so different. What a meeting of minds, what a challenge to each other!"

But then I read about the London poetry scene of the 70s and 80s, as described by Robert Sheppard in "When bad times made for good poetry : episodes in the history of the poetics of innovation" and think "wow, I loved that book by Ken Edwards, and that one by Sheppard and...