for Charlie, who wrote the first line
I would like to play pinball with the New York School
and send the Martians up to Mars,
would like to pretend The Movement did not exist
and punch Philip Larkin on the nose.
I would like to perform with The Liverpool Poets
and ignore Ted Hughes’ late poems,
would like to kiss Anne Sexton
if she’d only forget about Plath.
I would like to object to the Objectivists
and soften the edges of Concrete poems,
would like to dream about Surrealism
and Dada the fish in the sky.
I would like to denounce New Formalism
and survive the New Apocalyptics,
would like to restructure Oulipo
and understand L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poems,
I would like to be linguistically innovative
but don’t know what to say,
would like to be a part of something
even somebody else’s renaissance or revival.
I would like to find my own Black Mountain,
start a poetry school with my friends,
I would like to start a revolution
but to be honest I am Beat.
© Rupert M Loydell
Illustration Nick Victor