A pithy observation, at a tilting slant, from Wallace Stevens, truer now than when he said it sixty-odd years ago:
There is no element more conspicuously absent from contemporary poetry than nobility.
--- from "The Noble Rider and The Sound of Words," The Necessary Angel
Stevens' notion of nobility is considerably more complex than I'm indicating here, but even taken at the superficial level, the assessment seems on the mark. I wonder if this has anything to do with my don't-give-a-shit mentality toward most contemporary poetry. A note toward a supreme contradiction?