The term "alt-lit" has gradually devolved into meaninglessness, much like the term "indie music." In practice, the "alt-lit" designation merely signifies that something is really good, yet underappreciated; or delightfully quirky, but with few financial resources behind it
It may seem strange to say of a poet that his work is both tight and frenetic, but with Ron Padgett the description is apt. By the same token, comparing any poet to John Ashbery usually serves as little more than back-handed euphemism: a "less-than" sign hangs ghostly over any such analogy.
Whimsical declarations and asyntactic juxtapositions are common features in contemporary poetry, but often they amount to little more than idiosyncratically coded confessions of limited interest to a general readership.
While there are as many ways to express the "structure of feeling" encapsulated by metamodernism as there are metamodernists, in many respects Steve Roggenbuck presents as the consummate American Metamodernist.
In today's screen culture where the written word in all its new and various forms has become a prevalent mode of communication, people are starting to realize that those that can write well are more likely to be heard.
"First, what does it mean to live in a family that is broken and a world of brokenness and take responsibility, however partial, for that brokenness? Second, how can I believe in sisterhood in an imperfect, broken world?"
To many younger poets -- those who ride the rails, or stay perpetually at university, or move aimlessly between jobs to accrue other types of wealth beyond the pecuniary -- much of The Boss will read like a nightmare come to life.
The list below is neither exhaustive nor authoritative nor superlative. I have no doubt that I've missed a number of important names. Without further ado, then, here's my own list of the 200 most ardent advocates for American poetry.
America's younger working poets, particularly those who publish with small presses and live in close-knit poetry communities outside the borders of urban bohemia, need to be the first recourse for harried magazine editors looking to publish lengthy pieces on contemporary poetry.
The fact of Proust's poems will be news to many, the number and quality of them yet another surprise. Astonishing to virtually all of us, though, comes the revelation that Proust spent much of his life trying to decide whether he was a poet or a prose writer.