My latest poem, "New Life by the Weirs", is largely made up of archaic words, esoteric words and neologisms. It is the age of hyperlinks in a readily consultable docuverse: the myth kitty's on Wiki for meaning, Howjsay for pronunciation; and neologisms are wont to find their way onto Urban Dictionary. It is a great time to be reading and writing poems, liberated from those boring old beatnik writers they wheel out every National Poetry Day, who accuse subsequent generations of protest apathy whilst they are actively trying to prevent file sharing.