Ironically, it is performance poetry that is eating away at the universal characteristics of poetry. Voice has become, not something that is welded into lines of language on a once-blank page, but a fetishised thing of personal ownership - my voice, with my accent and all I have to say with this voice is to do with me, me, me. That's why the only way you can experience this language is if I personally perform it for you.

A-fucking-men, sister.

Ignores the fact that all has been unsettlingly quiet on my poetic fronts. I swear, I'll feel lyrical tomorrow. Perhaps when I'm not posting from a computer queasily in the line of sight of about five different people, including an impossibly tiny, impossibly cute, impossibly Russian girl and some shaggy, pierced thing with a Cypress Hill ring tone on his phone.