Amazing Colours...

I can't help but admire his analogy, although my own reading of what I understand to be "post-avant" poetree is so limited I wouldn't capable of coming up with such a sweeping characterization...yet...

...But then I don’t think that a lot of what the post-avant is doing is poetry at all, so much must be judged on its own merits as wordplay and semantically meaningless mouth-music and relatively artless concoctions of sound and syllables bereft of sense. Which can be nice, in a way, in the same way that oily scum floating in puddles can, for brief moments, reflect amazing colors. But I wouldn’t want to drink it and I sure couldn’t live on it.

-- Chris Lott, Cosmopoetica, August 20