Jack takes up my Ideal Review musings (see below). Hain't meant to provoke -- maybe ought to blur them names.

The point is, time and again I hear say "problem with poetry reviewing too fluffy no tell like is therefore some zing zing please," and I'm like no, no zing-zing for kitty. Kitty get sick and mean eating zing-zing.

I think Jack is nudging me away from some pseudo-ideal TLS-imitato, toward something like the Naropa Talking Poetics volumes as a weekly, but with current material up for grabs and not strictly the practical approaches of R. Padgett and C. Coolidge.