Poets have to create their own footpads. The corporate culture demands corporate writers, in the same way that the academic culture demanded academic writers after WWI, which produced the carbuncles of Pound, Williams, Joyce, Eliot, and the moronic types who looked good on course-lists. Today, almost all serious writing is inept and wan. Everybody is trembling snug in their niches. In poetry, it is free verse that is way too free, mixed metaphors that are way too mixed, and the fetor of utterance.
Utterance is what swings from the belly of a cow.
In the novel we have prose without music, an inability to create strong and indestructible structure, the metallic bones of plot and character. We have very very little. Most writers are cowards. That's some pretty harsh criticism of the Modern Poetry canon. I apologize for the hyperbole.