I'd rather be

all these professors of poetry.resigning . quiting. steppin down. their stanzas pants hang down. their panties in midarse air. cutthroats and spin backs. with their pussies in prise and pricks on penance! O you professors,I'drather be a doctor. Doctor dada
deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee deeeeeeeeeeeeeee

all dumb pathetic accusation __ petty whatever.s I dont know the details. but all these chairs and professors and resignations and the bad faith of the whole thing. well,

well,
( poets gossip and blathering against and for an pro an con)
well.________________>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> yes well, ya know,a little scandal (or a big onetwo)
always gets zzzzzzz mor e readersssssssssssssssssssss

------------ ox ford Poetry Professor

___________________________ We need a Dada Doctor --------------------------

"But Walcott is the real thing, and the Oxford debacle is a tragedy for that rarest of things, great poetry."

So sez this lover of Walcott's verse .

____________________________________better with the hip & 'cuttin' edge' wherever it may be the razor's line of the fine degreed poetry when it creates a s pace for itself in whatever form ~