Indignation about something in the poetry/poetics world is almost always excessive, overdetermined. It is not really about what it seems to be about, but rather has to do with a lack of readership and power. We can work ourselves into a lather over a blurb by Jorie Graham, but what is the real issue? That in a world where most poets struggle to get read by more than a few friends someone wielding apparent power to canonize (prematurely) is frivolous, corrupt, or simply misguided (or some combination of the above).