I read today about the "Big" guys in poetry a sordid tale of in-fighting, nepotism, and the rigging of the contests, a sad comment on the world of the august and ivory halls of legitimacy, a shadow of darkness, crinkling the edges like dirty money, has been cast over the paragons of verse and foiled the pristine veneer of the mystical sage, for a moment I thought I would drink to their nakedness and mourn the lose of their facades, but then I smiled as I realized I was right ...