I told someone last night that it’s as if lightning has split a tree and a new green thing is emerging that doesn’t have any idea of what it is , this business of pouring forth poetry.  It’s a sort of mania, I believe, when the creative sap is running and you’re still up at 6 a.m. immersed in words.  Please check out what I hope is a poem that will make you laugh at La Parola Vivace…xxxj