Daniel Bouchard posted a diatribe of sorts to Poetics list, which you can read at the list's archive easily enough. he excoriates the current po world. as polemics I agree with him, but the poetry he serves is of a high school variety. it is deadly sincere and heavy handed and more sincere and heavy and still sincere and finally that sincerity coems across as just plain whiny. Bouchard's in his 30s, which seems a little old to be telling others how to go. worry about your own derivations. I saw Daniel read at Boston Poetry Festival or whatever it was called then. he led off with a powerful, fiery reading of what I should have recognized as a poem by WCW. his righteous anger merged wonderfully with thatr of WCW. unfortunately everything else he read, his own stuff, paled. it was much more airy and diffuse, without the muscle evident in Williams' poem. similar circ occurred when I saw Susan Landers reaad. she began with a work by Stein, which was wonderful, and wonderfully read. her own work seemed derivative in comparison, altho it was good poetry. she read Stein's work better than her own.