the poetry of the future has got to have a lot of nerve. it’s got to come from at least three brains: the brain in the head, the gutbrain, and the brain in the ovaries. it will wax red and rise bone-white. the poetry of the future will be nutritious and opulent. justifications for its existence will no longer be interesting: lenin loved beethoven. the poetry of the future will glitter like a scimtar. the poetry of the future will be unabashedly adolescent. it will get younger as it gets older. it will reflect the interests of both carnivores and herbivores.
“the future of poetry” Maggie Nelson, The Latest Winter.