What Kind of Poem Would this Be?

I wonder what the poetic equivalent of this art installation would be. Flarf? In the visual arts I find this kind of massive accumulation of detail deeply engaging. Why do I distrust it in poetry? Do I distrust it? I find Allen Ginsberg's long catalogs moving and often very finely tuned, intellectually. "Black Acid Co-op" feels like Ginsberg to me -- it doesn't appear to be interested in undercutting its own position with irony, except the irony of putting all this in an art gallery, of course.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.