Metempsychosis

[Leanne]

Now, I'm probably way off base and driven by my own self-interest as a reader/writer/nerdy pants... but I see this as the (often insidious) shift of poet to poem to reader/critic.

There is a sense (again, it might well just be me!) that within that reinforced hull of indifference/disdain/simple forgetting are the living words, waiting to possess the unwary but starving mass.

Or it may just be that I need some breakfast.