Crikey! Who would have thought that Wellington’s International Institute of Modern Letters could provide hazardous training experience for putative judges of Pop Idol. How, for goodness sake, can turning 4000 would-be warblers into a double handful of recordable (?) artists compare with filtering out 25 poems from a box housing numberless hopefuls? No ‘round up the usual suspects’ procedure can possibly suffice when you discover that, just as every New Zealander thinks singing for supper is a piece of cake, every second one writes poems and manages to get them published. Read on >