I keep thinking of exceptions. Like I love Ed Sanders’ “Yiddish-Speaking Socialists of the Lower East Side.” — but then, it’s a musical.

I love the classical equation: delight and instruct. It occurs to me I want some measure of both in poetic experience.

And no, I don’t think it’s a cop-out to aim to “delight” when talking about the horrors human beings perpetrate on each other. Kathy Acker’s works are, in their sick way, always delightful.