I think if there's a great depression there might be some hope.
If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.
The real literary editors have mostly been fired. Those that remain are all 'bottom line' editors; everything depends on the money.
Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country
I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in a new rebirth of wonder.
If you would be a poet, write living newspapers. Be a reporter from outer space, filing dispatches to some supreme managing editor who believes in full disclosure and has a low tolerance for bullshit.