No wonder this paper is going under.
"The golf world idolizes Tiger Woods, sure, but duffers will still be heaving 9-irons into ponds long after Woods plays his last major. Poetry can’t be as confident about its own durability."
Um, why is it that poets need greatness? Why won't poets write after Ashbery?
Oh, because David Orr says so. Gee.
No point in arguing.