I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and even starting yet again with an old (3rd edition) Wheelock hasn't done the trick. Last night I picked up Dana Gioia, David Mason, and Meg Schoerke's Twentieth-Century American Poetics: Poets on the Art of Poetry, which last year I had miserably failed to read from front to back, and found, to my horror, two essays which actually kept me from sleep: Mary Kinzie's exhilarating "The Rhapsodic Fallacy" and Alice Fulton's infuriating "Of Formal, Free, and Fractal Verse: Singing the Body Electric."
So … tonight I'm feeling especially zonked from lack of sleep and I don't think I can give either piece the treatment it deserves. For now I'll just point you to some poems and a set of reviews by Mary Kinzie here, here, here, and here.
Here you can see she handles alcaics much better than I did.
7:37:14 PM 
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