In the world of poetry there are would-be poets workshop poets promising poets lovesick poets university poets and a few real poets.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat a sense of wrong a homesickness a lovesickness.
The lovesick the betrayed and the jealous all smell alike.
We have been working hard to think about what our combined needs are going to be in the way of intelligence capabilities not today but 15 to 20 years in the future.