True Poetry Confession, Redux

I think, upon reflection, there are dimensions to what I find is missing these days in poetry. For example, I do find whimsy and wackiness, and I adore it. I adore Snack Time at the Dirty Gerund, or Derrick Brown misguidedly trying to crowd surf at a college theater. These are great things, and do everything you'd want whimsy at a poetry reading to do -- to shake the listeners' expectations, surprise them, make them look at the world a little different.

No, that exists in abundance. What I...