“Modern American Poets.” A book..of American poetry. Collected, –an anthology of poems published in 1927 (great). Now! first of all us Americans, we’re not so tall in the saddle..in a world of poets..anymore; for in my estimation there’s many a nation (or cheap country) that will, in a heartbeat, chop down our diminutive US poets – which can make their hearers snore – like rows of midget redwood’s in a rankling rainforest of unsustainable food-chains: woodchucks, toucans, tarantula’s, and all, “Tim-berrr!” (And monkeys! don’t leave out the monkeys.) For shore; and no wonder. For example recently they held a poetry contest at Burma (that was a close shave). An American almost got it but a Maltese beat him (who won it on a technicality); and with his faithful Kenyan poetry-loving ‘tee-gee’ girlfriend companion at his side, was handed the grand prize..chocolate Malt (ahem). Later (or earlier), as we saw in Italy, there is a lot of enthusiasm for the poet’s over there (and the pasta, too). Sicilians, in fact, migrated over here to America and created the ‘deep-dish’ pizza..scrumptious! as well, the ‘Chicago typewriter,’ a celebrated and unique tool for personal expression which types love-poems in the flesh..at touch of a trigger: Ratta-tat-tat!! Happy Saint Valentine’s…………..Day! Love, Al ‘da-poet’ Capone (Oy!) Of course in Redchina, now, all poems are written in black plastic: “MADE IN CHI-NA” (contests are rigged but that’s what all the poets to get the Honorable Mention – mostly them Mandarins – are nowadays writing*). Now at last we come to the South Seas where it’s all poetry, like Robinson Caruso (ax Gauguin..poet with a paintbrush, extraordinaire). The native girls shake their grass skirts at the sailors on shore leave, it’s called the ‘Hula’..and that what gets them lotsa moola, “Ooh la. Ooh la la!” (like they say in French Polynesia when the mood strikes). And so what that there seems all to indicate (to me at least) is that – contrary to popular myth – there I S money in this poetry junk..just probably not here in Amerika, –where it’s rough seas, for thee poets, going down with their junk’s..in the south china sea, hee-hee! Thanks. Yuban a great audience. Aloha. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.