A long, long time ago, I wrote a feature for The Village Voice on the new, guerrilla poetry. It lead with a description of the legendary performance of Mike Tyler, the time he broke his arm reading verse outside the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. In the two decades since then, Mike’s become one of my dearest friends, the person I can always turn to to tell me what’s right and what’s bull. He’s had other notable friends along the way, like Beck and Banksy (who designed one of Mike’s book covers). I helped Mike a bit with his new album, Erection, which was, er, erected yesterday. He performs in London on Thursday.