About the Poems
by Ann M. Fine
These poems come from a 5 year old manuscript that was first named, One Monk to the Other (after an aphoristic bit from Tom Wolfe’s Bauhaus to Our House). For brief moments during its often lugubrious stages of development it was also named, Dances With Words; (No) Time for Mystics; What War (sometime mid 2006); Cata(strophe) Lexicon; then nothing. Now I am not (almost) seriously considering the title Better; Late & Never. Half of the poems in the manuscript, which mostly behave like little and long poetics-fight-club episodes, are published in various journals. Most poems in this project think rhetoric is terribly funny, hang with wrong ideas as a spy, visualize best in drag, and give themselves lots of uncanny permission (to be poems). Better; Late & Never, may well be published as a book someday, if I keep my promise to now distant “poet friends” to finally give them up, and away. In the meantime I am working on a new manuscript which will always be called And, the Letter Zero, where I abandon lineation wantonly in (re)search of the line and its inherent lyric (with or without) intentionality.