All critics know contemporary ‘published’ poets suck, but they refuse to state so.
When reviewing a hack’s book they weasel out of it in a manner as this: ‘Poet X’s book, shows real determination in the face of the post-colonial traumas that afflict young women in a world that does not grant them liberty. And unlike other poets her work shows a subliminal understanding of the sub-carnal schism between body and flesh that renders her verse a slim reed of delicate meanings.’