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Editorial What an opportunity to be pompous. I have been fighting off lines that herald "the dawn of a new millennium" and from issuing predictions that "the next century promises to be . . .". We all know that the numbering system is arbitrary, that centuries and millennia are human constructs and carry only the meaning we invest them with, but yet, yet . . . I cannot help but feel that this moment invites important statement, a significant use of language. In other words it makes us wish we were all poets. A dangerous wish. If the last 100 years have taught us anything it is that the world is not a welcoming place for poets. Death camps, alcoholism, suicide, madness: these words appear too often in the lives of the poets of our century. So, instead of predictions I offer a wish--a timid wish--that in the next century and the next millennium the world will be a safer place for poets and that they will be free to spread the word and the joys of language and thought and feeling. |