What is a ridiculous claim? That W.B. Yeats (or any other comparable poet) has more in a few pages of verse than pulp genre authors have in a thousand pages?
Yeah, mean, you know, art is just art man and like, its subjective, so, yeah, you know, everything is like, good to someone, right? Standards and systems of aesthetics are for total close minded squares who like don't get it man like why they have to be all 'this is better than this', you know, we're all one with the earth.
Seriously, though. You're offended by me and jwalters' asinine condescension in the opening post?