I want to share something really cool that formed in class today. We had been talking about noises in poems -- noisy things, words we liked the sound of, onomatopoeia -- and decided to write a group poem about a crazy, noisy city night. Everyone, including me, was given a small slip of paper. We each wrote one line. Then I put them in the best order that occurred to me. The poem it formed was really exciting, and the class thought so too. There was a kind of wildness and unity, and of course a real noisy, visceral liveliness in it. But enough talking about poetry like an abstract wine taster -- you can read it yourself.