And you don't want page 42 in your Michael Palmer poetry book to suddenly out of nowhere (stop him!) he's trying to write a Sharon Olds-type autobio Confessional poem with a four stress line, you don't want that do you.
This happens to be what I'm "interested in" right now as I put together a book manuscript -- what "fits," what doesn't.
How to free my Pessoan heteronym (and anagram) Clare Holden, so she can publish her own book, with all those other weird, discomfiting, non-fitting poems.A foolish consistency? Hobgoblin of little minds?
Survival of the fittest groceries again, perhaps, but Rachel has so little use for Clare these days, and aesthetics has its own fierce hegemony.