And being asked to answer, amidst collaborative conversation with Dubravka Djuric, for "American poetry," against the charge that it wants to impose and disperse breakage of beauty, make a mess: at the Belgrade Cultural Center, listening by turns appreciative and curious, and in some corner of the theater, residually suspicious, mindful of the NATO bombings. The equation of poetry and power registering to me nearly as some unfortunate honor, optimistic.