I thinks she was referring to the poem 'Howl' by Allen Ginsberg, posted earlier in the thread. Harold Bloom castigates Poe, claiming that the French took him far more seriously than he deserved ('never has a poet benefited so much in translation') and Emerson dismisses him as 'the jingle man,' but I have always found his better stories immensely interesting. 'The Man of the Crowd,' in particular, gives an early account of the homelessness of the 'flaneur' (the idle wandering poet who would ramble the Parisian streets and aestheticise the crowds) of people like Baudelaire, Breton, Barnes and Benjamin. Side note: I must admit, we could do with resurrecting the 'flaneur' - they would 'troll' modern society by taking their pet tortoises for a walk along a busy high street or railway platform as a protest against the unthinking, impersonal haste of the metropolis . The Communists of the time considered them layabouts and would run with sledgehammers trying to smash their tortoises boo.