Indeed so.

I thought of the long ages of the past, during which the successive generations of (these things of beauty) had run their course - year by year being born, and living and dying amid these dark and gloomy woods, with no intelligent eye to gaze upon their loveliness; to all appearance such a wanton waste of beauty...it seems sad, that...such exquisite creatures should live their lives and exhibit their charms only in these wild, inhospitable regions, (this consideration) must surely tell us that all living things were not made for man. Many of them have no relation to him...their happiness and enjoyment, their loves and hates, their struggles for existence, their vigorous life and early death, would seem to be immediately related to their own well-being and perpetuation alone.
-Alfred Russel Wallace

Gertrude Stein is the greatest rapper to have ever lived!

If I were a dj, I'd put her over everything.

Some ideas for reading my poems aloud:

Blood packets for breaking in my mouth.

Speaking through a vocator.

Planting someone in the audience who would say every other word.

Feedback. Lots of it.

Vomit and or urinating on stage. This is possible.

We'll just have to see when we get there.