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"...as if some of the turpitude..."

"Probably the most important thing you can do if you give a shit about non-establishment poetry is to archive shit. Become a small time librarian, or at least a keeper of lists and records of some kind. In 5-10 years, or sooner, nobody is going to know what the hell happened and a bunch of websites will be dead. Substack either will not exist or will be totally unrecognizable (there’s little good here anyway, poetry-wise, but still). Books with small print runs will be gone. Maybe Internet Archive will exist, or they’ll shut it down, and your ability to read an enormous amount of valuable poetry will depend on geography and access to physical archives in some library. Then in 25 years some online antiquarian will come along and start digging stuff up, and everyone will think, “what happened to these people? there was all this great shit and it just kind of vanished.” And the poets will either have given up or stopped publishing or will have continued in their weird corner, while all the most predictable dogshit will continue to flourish at all the podiums of the world. Ofc not everybody can afford to buy all the books out there, but mapping and listing and reviewing and coordinating convos and just RECORDING what the hell we’re doing is important bc NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DO IT." —RM Haines

"As much, the fold yields light."

To Measure the Rain.