There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind of poetry written in England forty years ago.
The only real evidence that any critic may bring before his gaze is the finished poem.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a ham actor, not a poet.
But in our age the appeal to authority is weak, and I am of my age.
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Genetic theories, I gather, have been cherished academically with detachment.