Disgusted at the newer poets I found on the bookshelves at the store today — deliberate craziness and obfuscation. They’re trying to be obscure and flighty and too-private-for-you-to-understand. It’s all a formula, I’m convinced.
But, they’d say to me, you have to write a certain way to get published.
Forget that. Fads are for teenagers, not poets.
Back to Hart Crane…
white pebble 