For a couple of quick glimpses of the intellectual train wreck known as the Kenny Goldsmith Express, see this and this.
For something to calm your nerves after perusing the debris field, try this and this (both via Linh Dinh), as well as this from Patricia Smith.
I think I may give up poetry and start making these for sale at farmers markets.
(Yes, it’s a Tacks Shelter.)
More fun, re: inanity:<br /><br /><br /><br />http://lime-tree.blogspot.com/2010/04/awp-2010-flarf-conceptual-poetry-panel.html
The Goldsmith stuff makes me want to go drink myself into oblivion. And, if I could find a way to burn down the tainted tubes carrying that gunk around on the net, take them down with me.
Joe, <br /><br />You and Patricia Smith nailed it (pun intented, to expand your tacks shelter). I saw her read at AWP and she was outstanding. Damn! <br /><br />Thanks for pulling together the blissful and the absurd. Here's the thing: Poetry matters. And poetry recognizes the impostors and posers, even if the writing programs (and fawning suck-ups) can't.