“Hall once wrote an essay in which he rightly criticized Robert Lowell's late poetry. Hall said that once Lowell got famous, he seemed to feel that he could just write down details from his own life in bland verse and people would praise it. The poetry seemed written with the attitude--"It happened to me, THE Robert Lowell, so it must be important." So one wonders if Hall has forgotten writing the essay, for he is doing the same thing here. The poems are almost unbelievably bland, line breaks are meaningless, …”
This reader’s critique, from Amazon, has always bothered me
since I read it.
So, even though presented as such,
what is not poetry?