A few years ago, when I first moved to London (after a few years in Paris), it was possible to bemoan the lack of any true Trans-Atlantic poetry exchange. The vital modern link between London and Chicago (and NYC) pioneered by Pound and Eliot , and then the Faber and Alvarez initiatives that allowed Lowell, Plath and Berryman to be household American names in the UK, were a thing of the past. True, some Cambridge experimental poets had links to Americans like Dorn , and others to Ashbery , but mainly, a distance had drifted into view, and the so-called various languages, American and English, were firmly entrenched, as "two solitudes". Meanwhile, 21st century poetry had lost its ways. True, we had some critics offer their guiding poetics, like Bernstein . For awhile, Roddy Lumsden and Salt did a good job of trying to sort this mess out. Eyewear in 2012 also started building bridges. But still, most Americans never read a British poem anymore, and vice versa. All th
