I disagree, but perhaps not just for the reasons you might expect.
Take a look at Collin Kelley’s take on the modern poetry scene.
My reply?
Nope, I have to disagree in part. There is such a thing as bad poetry, and that’s when the poem doesn’t do what I meant it to do when I wrote it.
I want a solution to the problem of poems being like mayflies, with just a tiny amount of time in the sun before dying off. The best poems being written are only being read by a few people–I’m not talking non-poets or uninterested people. I’m talking about people like me being able to find the truly great poems. How? I don’t have time to read every journal, and I sure as hell don’t trust that those journals would even be able to pick out the great ones in the first place.
I think there is more good poetry being written than ever before, and I love it and hate it at the same time. There isn’t enough time in the world to read even a healthy fraction of what’s being produced. There has to be a way, dammit. There has to.
Is there no bad poetry? Is poetry in crisis? Can the pie be made higher? Your thoughts welcome.
(With thanks to Steven Schroeder for linking to Collin’s post.)