have any hope of lasting beyond it. All arguments to the contrary can't help but sound like "a bidding of the waves to stand still", as Judith Wright once wrote of Jack Lindsay's reactionary Vision manifestos of the 1920s. Poetry--indeed, language itself--is like a shark: if it's not moving, it's dying. And, like it or loathe it, flarf satisfies this test, reflecting our culture as it noses through the reef of the nascent internet age.Readers who remember the days when verse was the undisputed medium of poetry could be excused for feeling a twinge of deja vu with all this.
from The Australian: Poetry lives, OK?
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