I've been reading The House That Jack Built: The Collected Lectures of Jack Spicer. In the second of the Vancouver Lectures, Spicer has this to say about Wallace Stevens, explaining why "The Man with the Blue Guitar" is not a serial poem:
The awful thing about Stevens that I've noticed is that everybody in English departments who hates poetry, which is just about everybody, loves Stevens. I liked Stevens a great deal more before I saw that. You get somebody who you know very well just hates poetry, like some people hate baseball or hate French movies like I do. You know, there's just a real weird hatred. Well, they always like Stevens, all of these people. And the more they hate poetry as it is in process, the more they like Stevens. So although Stevens moves me, I've gotten more and more distrustful of him.
This is sort of the way I feel about Peyton Manning. And maybe Wallace Stevens too.