And while I inhabit this disturbed state, let me say that I've lost my patience with poets blaming the internet for destroying poetry or discourse. Like we don't come across uninformed assholes in print, on TV, radio, etc on a daily basis. It's like having to listen to some old coot go on about how great the 1950's were and how we've lost our way since then. Sure the Beav was awfully sweet, Dennis a lovable scamp and who doesn't pine for a malt that only costs a nickel? But I hardly think I need to point out that a lot was fucked-up back then. Or wait, maybe I do.