Part of being an MFA means sitting through lots of classes in which poetics and theory are discussed. Sometimes, these discussions are fascinating. But more often than not, I just feel depressed when people start talking about what is or isn't good contemporary poetry. Just as I was feeling this way over the weekend, I reread Jay Hopler's book, Green Squall. The book ends with this wonderful poem that is very much about the current state of poetry and how nature might play a role in getting back at the immediacy of poetic language. Also, it's just a cool poem. Enjoy!
Feast of the Ascension, 2004. Planting Hibiscus, by Jay Hopler