First: 'There’s a problem with poetry,' He said. 'Today all poets Want to compress meaning into Too few words. This squeezing of Words, accordion-like, Displays the poet’s desire To be obscure, To force the reader To find the meaning, Giving away nothing, Hiding mediocrity by claiming My meaning is clear to those Who know.’
Second: Poetry today problems itself: Compressing fruitful meaning until Pulp disappears, leaving it Compressed to star-dense Proportions, a light-sucking Mass. Makes me Sick Reading stuff like that.
Third: Poetry today Suffering from Minimalism, Obscurism, Densification. Searching for meaning, This reader finds only Sickness.
Fourth: Consider today’s poem— Dense with meaning— Makes me sick!