There is of course no state of American poetry, but states, moods, agitations, dissipations, renunciations, depressions, acquiescences, elations, angers, ecstacies; no music to our verse but vastly incompatible musics; no single sentiment but clashes of sentience; the magnificent cacophony of different bodies making different sounds. . . .
Charles Bernstein, a p o e t i c s