Take the recent New York Times coverage of resignations at the Poetry Society of America. The article opens tellingly:
The cloistered community of American poetry has, in recent months,
become a little less like Yeats’s Land of Faery, where nobody gets old and
bitter of tongue, and a little more like Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.”
What do you think moved poetry away from mainstream America? Will there ever be another Robert Frost?
Could this fate be coming for the playwrights of the US? Are we already there?