"It is entertaining, at least to grinning essayists, that the price for poetry's occasional unbelievable power is the incredible ocean of self-indulgent, self-absorbed, whinnying, mewling muck produced and published annually (though not in Eureka Street, of course) under the tattered banner of the Poem. "
A thoughtful article at http://www.eurekastreet.com.au/article.aspx?aeid=8571
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