Philip Burton 09/02/2008 quote me by name -Anon In the steep dry well of dull 'n decent between loose blockbusters and D.I.Y. one cogent course: TWENT. CENT. POT. - Georgian stroke War stroke Recent. I take my hat off to the bookshop guy. Each stone supports the next; no mortar-rot, no hint of absentee, no purchaser to dent the synchromesh of intertextuality. And I do cherish thee, Gordian knot but oh to write without you dragged behind! Fool! the massive poetry canon booms, Wherefore did you blind/ Yourself... When all allusion's gone you're sunk. In the prison of your mind. Footnotes -A canon, in Music, is a piece taking up the same subject successively in strict imitation. True of the Literature canon? -"Wherefore did you.." is a reference to Keats, Lamia, 373-4. published in poetry monthly press and graphics, January 2007.