Great Regulars: Most of my contemporary poets are writing dead poetry

(and an interesting play on the term "dead poets' society" comes to mind) because they themselves have passed away artistically long ago. Their creative spirit is dead, but they don't know it. They have become so concerned with getting published, winning awards and giving readings at venues most likely to advance their careers that their work suffers from academic anemia, at best, or is simply frozen and lifeless at its core.

Hot poetry
Hot poetry is alive, imaginative and vital.

from Anthony Maulucci: Norwich Bulletin: Contemporary American work has turned from beauty

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