Had a great lunch with Burton Watson today in Tokyo. In the midst of some good wa-shoku, Burton mentioned that some of the ahadada books he’d gone through left him cold. It was then that I waxed religious (or as religious as I can wax) and said: “There are many mansions in the paradise of literature–esp. new and experimental literature.” On the table before us was a selection of the works of George Crabbe. We were also discussing some of the latest e-chapbooks that had gone up on the site and the work in Ekleksographia. I said that within that range it was my belief that Burton would find something of worth, or at least of interest. He grinned and chuckled. A Zen answer, but one that I took to be an affirmative.