grannies, buses, and space bars: poetry in the brown/salmond era

[this is an email-complaint i received this evening]

what HAS alec salmond been up to in washington?
there ARE tensions between john swinney and westminster
(but of course there are)
whether they made progress is a moot point; swinney has remaining concerns.
tartan week no more; it's scotland week!

these are the sort of strings of words that are swirling in the background, not just as i am writing this (newsnight), but as a new group of poets are forming, floated by the bandwiths of scotland. Calling themselves the 'New Scotland Language Poets', they have appeared at a curious moment in Scottish history (as curious as any other, you may say, but curiously deserving of being singled out).

at points such as this, when, EVEN with a SCOTTISH NATIONALIST GOVERNMENT in scotland, there remains little chance of an independent scotland, you might expect the poets to be stressing their nationality. this is absent from their poetries, which if anything parody, dilute and dissolve their national identity in tricks and quips.

whose poetries? this is another issue- pseudonyms abound.

and the poetry obviously nods to american predecessors.

what possible use/purpose can this verse have?

yours, derek delphino xxx