To remain viable in an economy that recognizes Movies, TV and Pop tunes, poetry must again join the market and compete. We have been lied to, folks, and made to suffer. I never tarried long in class rooms but went out to talk to welders and house-keepers about what they liked. They like not to be insulted, essentially, and resent the garment of (I swear:Christlike)specialness in which butt-scratching poetry majors dress themselves up. I grew up on the ancient ballads that are vilified on campuses but which when all is said and done, retain the beauty and majesty of the old bardsmanship. The grand American poets, Poe, Dickinson, Whitman, Frost and cummings all would be railroaded out of any current 'writing' class, and go unrecognized. It is time to start hanging professors.