Never before did I think of poetry as history in this personal and communal way, but Let the Bucket Down, which just arrived, is the history of some lively parts of the poetry community in Boston and a record of the feelings and thoughts that often get lost, and is filled with the mastery of craft. There are sections of Margo Lockwood's memoir--she mentions Juliet her daughter & these days I see Juliet on FB now in Calif, and there are damn great poems by Jim Berhle, who used to live here, and there's my publisher Bill Corbett, always showing us how to write about the essential without being sentimental, and Jill McDonough writing poems about teaching in prison, and Joel Sloman writing his days precisely, and Lori Lubeski whose smooth & deeply felt poems always make me want more, and Roland Pease, whose poems I haven't seen for too long--among others here a tiny breathtaking one, & I had already read Patrick Doud's thoughtful interview w Gerrit Lansing, & there's Fanny Howe on the sister of the marathon bombers, and I haven't even gotten to Keith Jones, Amanda Cook, Bridget Eileen, Jess Mynes, Jessica Bozek, Audrey Mardavitch and others--and there's me, on Charles Olson. And T.J. Anderson, whom I quote in my essay, has poems right after my piece. If you want to know what's happening in poetry around here, or to know what's happening around here, buy this journal. Thank you, Joe Torra, you do it all, so we now have issue 3 in our hands.