"We order that the poetsâ€™ rights be revered:
- To enlarge the scope of the poetâ€™s vocabulary with arbitrary and derivative words (word-novelty).
- To feel an insurmountable hatred for the language existing before their time.
- To push with horror off their proud brow the wreath of cheap fame that You have made from bathhouse switches [clearer translation: "from toothpicks"].
- To stand on the rock of the word â€œwe,â€ amidst the sea of boos and outrage."
The above is from the Russian Futurists' manifesto, "A Slap in the Face of Public Taste," 1912. By comparison, our poets are people-pleasers and wusses. Each of these century-old demands is, for poets in 2008, a total taboo. We say, "I don't think your experiment with coining new words is very successful," and "I don't know where you'll find a market for this," and "If only I could make it into Best American Poetry 2009," and "I can't figure out who is that collective 'we' being referenced in your poem."
By comparison, how timid we are! And how powerless! Are those things linked?