<i>Poetry In Motion</i> is truly an outstanding poetry-performance film, featuring a who’s who of today’s avant-garde. Twenty three poets, all closer to Woodstock that Whitman, jive, shimmie and sing—anything but “read”—their work. Charles Bukowski, pock-marked curmudgeon, serves as anti-narrator, condemning poetry to the dust bin of history. What follows refutes him. Anne Waldman offers a kinetic ode to empty space. Allen Ginsberg rocks out. William Burroughs cracks wise about the old west. And Helen Adam, sixtyish, stops the show with an animated tribute to rats, roaches and LSD. <i>Poetry In Motion</i> is a lush and tremendously spirited film. It’s a crash course for those who don’t know these poets and a real refresher for those who do.