A note in credit.

"The Sperm & Eggs of Texture" is but one of several pieces which followed upon the creation of it's title by the incomparable Steve Morton-Toth (just plain old Toth, back in, oh, about 1979 which is from whence this poem dates). Much of what has become, not so much a style, but a method of composition was first worked out in lengthy, compulsive experiments with form. "Speed poetry," as it might be termed, was the result of attempting to harness inspiration in such a way that the finished product was as much of a surprise as was possible, to the author as it was to the first reader. It is in this surprise that I find the measure of the success of any given piece, if any. Collateral interest in consonance, assonance and imagery, over questions of rhyme or even substance, is the remainder of the equation that prompted this work. As a "formula," it has not changed in any substantial way over the intervening decades. I still deny any sense of "craft," preferring to be only a conduit for the content of my subconscious mind. Which allows me to conclude that I seriously doubt whether anyone reading my work could possibly enjoy it more than I did in the writing of it. 

I humbly thank you. 

Lawrence A. Ravenstock, esq.