I'm too busy hunting my puppy to pay much attention to this affair. Amit, I have written one concrete poem, a fully rhymed tetrameter, Frost in Key West, which the Formalist nominated for a pushcart. It was concrete because it started out on the right margin, and the way I wildly lineated it and spaced it, it trended to the left margin, imitating the map of the Keys as it descended the page. I have also written one Zen koan. I don't object to experimentation, but I expect meter and rhyme of anyone pretending to the title of poet.
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