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Been reading piles and piles of poetry manuscripts, and noticing an interesting trend in what I assume are books by younger poets–very young poets, like under 25. The piles are anonymous, but after a certain age one can kind of smell youth. The trend is toward a quite direct mode of speech, plainspeech, and within that a lot of expression of anxiety about being involved in “poetry world.” Programs, conferences, teaching, publishing. Lines like (I’m making these up) “I hate being a poet./ Poets stink./ Who judges these contests?/ I just want to fry potatoes without fear.” I think everyone’s reading Chelsey Minnis?