Ron Silliman bespeaks Charles Olson at his blog of centrality, and the collective performs center ring commentary. their exercise is their exercise, but I like to hear Olson mentioned in this day that is today. I know O is a geezer now. like, he died and all. and he was big, dig yoiu know? I get tired about hearing about. but he stewed away. he was a weird ass goofball like Jung was. but likewise willing to leap. flaws, shit yeah. but I love to read him, I love to hear him. he was working at it. writing as scholarship, scholarship as poetry, poetry as something...useful?. he was a different shithead from Pound. and when I say shithead, I mean, who among the angels can hold on to the light? human flaws are an old story, cultural flaws persist. the Santa Claus squared of post pastmodern poemetries. yup, it's all there. and the poetry is there, too, and has been a light for me. what writer has troubled you so much that you just kept going? that's the measure. it's not a competition.