I've refrained from speaking on the subject as not to sound like some whimpering old man hung up on times past, but I feel the issue has to be addressed. It appears the pseudo-intellectual modern poets have finally stripped away anything resembling art from readings these days to make room for all the current fashions and gadgets that have enslaved free thought. I'm appalled at the audacity of these replicants to stand in front of an audience and spew the abstract nonsense they call poetry from their giant cellphones, breaking rhythm to pause and scroll down to finish, thinking it's so cool to have the latest model that costs more than the average mortgage. Meanwhile looking more pathetic than a panic-stricken wall street crook. To make matters worse and very uncomfortable they either spit out some fancy words they pulled from a dictionary that don't seem to work too well together creating their avant-garde verses leaving anyone still awake scratching their heads wondering where their precious time went or often times they whine and thrust their personal beliefs and political agendas upon you to convey their half-wit intellect and dumb logic, thinking their vote and opinion accounts for more than just ink stains on dead trees and will change the world as we know it. Sometimes, they try to be clever and slip in an insult toward whatever candidate they're against making the already cringe-worthy reading even less enjoyable (if that's possible). It is my belief that most good poets went against the grain, ever-questioning the establishment and the fake popular culture, not regurgitating sensationalized news clips and crooked campaign slogans trying to convince anyone listening that this particular politrickster that conned them into voluntary enslavement is far removed from all of the other oligarchs with empty promises, phony relationships and dividing lines. But that's what separates the real from the fake, the poets from the pundits, the freedom from the whipping post.