All facade, no scaffold.

Why don’t poems have more ideas? So many poems I read are essentially just descriptions. So you went outside. It was beautiful. Or not. I don’t care how creatively you describe it, if it didn’t trigger any thoughts beyond “Hells yeah I am going to describe this,” it’s not a poem. …  Lots of poems I read in the slush, if you took out the description, there’d be nothing left. All facade, no scaffold.

Elisa Gabbert