But then why don't we read poetry anymore? Bad question! Is the one that is proposed to us Poetry? That is the question! Under the pretext of freedom of verse, of the absence of rules, everything today can be served to us as belonging to poetic language. It is against this dangerous freedom that we must unite. Not to demand the return of versification, but to expect from poets inspired texts, far from the cerebral boldness so dear to Denis Roche and his union of poets and friends who stabbed in broad daylight, in the public square, the last particle of human language: Poetry. Since then, it has been wearing bandages and limping. Other evils have been added: editorial cronyism, the proliferation of author accounts, the disinterest of booksellers and the media. Cronyism is the most widespread evil in the Parisian publishing microcosm. The Poetry collections – if there are any left – of Seuil, Gallimard or Flammarion only publish friends or celebrities of the moment. Houellebeque, Roubaud and the Academicians who empty their drawers by delivering to the public dusty verses of their college loves…