#4

On regression--

Two decades of life leaves me in a time warp. Richey's disappearance is of my concern over Alex Kapranos' late fringe; Plath is the new big thing, not yet Winterson. It feels as though you're running on a rewinding film strip, inching backwards from where you've barely begun.

On a side note, I guess I'd buy Colburn's theory of the substitute people in Elizabethtown over the the innate, sweeping foul decay prevalent among poets. Many of us barely lived, deeming semi-existence as decay may just be giving ourselves too much credit.