Can one force oneself to like Language poetry? Poetry ain't vegetables, as F O'H pointed out years ago. "It must give pleasure." "It must be abstract." No contradiction there for WS in "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction."

Have I ever forced myself to like something I don't really like? I've tried, but there is really no point. I've read things I haven't enjoyed because of natural curiousity or professional exigency, like anyone else. No text is so valueless that it yields no pleasure.