connor wrote:Brett, while I think this phenomenon is certainly prevalent in fiction, it's much worse with the poets I've encountered. Much, much, much worse!
Everyone here hates both Ginsberg and Frost, and I mean everyone. A fucking poet actually guffawed when I told him that I liked Robert Frost. What the fuck is wrong with Robert Frost?! Enough to laugh in the face of a guy you just met?!
I find both Frost (grim Yankee misanthrope) and Ginsberg (cringe-worthy demented fop) distasteful as people
, sure, and I often balk at the persona that seems to come through their poems. But only a fool would deny Frost's craftsmanship or the fact that he's written many, many outstanding poems. Only an idiot would argue that "Howl" is not the most important poem published in America since World War II, the one that made it okay to be gay, be crazy, use drugs, and revile the government. Sure, Whitman had done it all a hundred years earlier, but Whitman had become a non-entity in the staid, New Critical 1950's. In short, "Howl" changed everything.
So salut, Allen Ginsberg! Your poems about your butthole bum me out, but you made America (relatively) safe for weirdos like me.
And salut, Robert Frost! I imagine that your cold, bitter, beautifully rendered take on existence will make more and more sense to me as I grow older and this world and its inhabitants increasingly mystify me.