Seth Abramson recently wrote a full throated defense of contemporary poetry. You can probably google it and find it somewhere online.
His florid, grad student speak-y style is almost as endlessly embarrassing as his as constant state of eager beaver overexcitement. But he’s trying. And he reviews poetry monthly on the widely read Huffington Post. The reviews irritate me, but they may be the only exposure to titles by contemporary poets many readers get.
Here are his June poetry reviews.