I think I just blew my own mind

Ron Silliman re-iterates that old argument over what is the chewiest, least reducible tootsie roll center of the poem. Two options are presented: Image & Sound.Of course, he footnotes that it has long since been decided that poetry cannot be reduced to one thing. True enough! Poetry is like a jackaloupe. It takes a strong stomach, some bitchin taxidermy skills and the fortitude to withstand being