… a poet can shape time in a poem, and form is how that’s done. So words like ‘formalist’ or ‘formalism’ mean very little to me. These categories make for nonsense. I was once branded a ‘neo-con’ by some online shadow, as if my work with rhyme and meter made me hawkish and pro-torture. I visualised some Dante-deep ring of cyberspace where only shit is spoken.
— Glyn Maxwell, On Poetry.