“I like the idea of inspiration as regurgitated output. I’m stealing all these ideas from you, I hope you know, so don’t get mad when you see the regurgitated output … uh, I mean ‘inspiration’….”
Torres prefaces his chat with Mesmer by claiming that her “poem” entitled “This Poem” “shows a fabulous breadth of poetics.” Since the “poem” is a flarf assemblage of stolen phrases, this is like praising a burglar’s storage unit for showing a fabulous breadth of commodities.
The comparison of poetics and commodities is appropriate. As Conrad DiDiodato has observed, “I can now safely equate the avant-garde with any successfully retailed market commodity.” “Poets” like Mesmer are consumers above all; they consume such vast quantities of cultural effluvia that can do nothing but “regurgitate.” Their aesthetic diet is so nutritionally poor, however, that they mistake what their glutted minds expel for poetry.
What’s really sad is that the Poetry Foundation is there to stir their chunky puddle and assure them that yes, it is poetry after all!