Some of my favorite poets are liars. I mean, some truths--especially universal ones--are best kept in the bedroom. Honesty's good; it's sincerity that gets me in trouble every time.
But if by dishonest poetry, Jordan means meretricious, pretentious, look-editor-no-hands type stuff, I'm on his team. I've always wanted to be on a team. With t-shirts.
There may be cause for a limited reclamation of the terms "genuine" and "authentic" from the dustbin of the 'eighties. As long as I don't have to write what I know or crash airplanes in the Serengeti--definite trouble there.
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