Reading The Canary 4. With Lit, No Tell, The Tiny, Shiny, Octopus, Coconut, Typo, and The Hat, it makes a pretty composite picture of what the few poets undescribed and therefore undestroyed are up to. Not as big a percentage of unknown-to-me poets as in most of those others, but a lot of excellent work by poets I'd started to fade out on -- "it's not you, it's me" etc.

So good it's reinforcing in me the feeling that it'll be a chore to look at the recent Conjunctions, Paris Review, Agni, Tin House etc.