The Poetry Wars (the story so far...

with cudgels in hand, Ron and Jimmy face a horde of Non-Idolators. "I got your back, Ron," said Jimmy with youthful fire in his eyes. "Back atcha, good buddy," replied Ron, whose steely gaze says nothing if not Obey!. suddenly, the chilling visage of Dana Gioia® can be seen moving to the head of the horde. "ohmigod!" blurted Jimmy, "that's...!" "It's gonna get rough, little feller," Ron told his pal, "I can't lie to you. oh where is Eliot Weinberger? where is Kent? we need them!!!" meanwhile, at his secret citadel in backwater Illinois, Kent peers thru his Pomoscope. "It's a big battle comin', no question. I've got to enter the affray! if only I could get my sabbatical early..."