A late night thought
The best thing about being in an MFA program is the way it feeds your reading: friends stop you in the hall to cram a photocopy of their favorite new poem into your hands, books are passed around at parties in a kind of infinite borrowing circle so that the person giving you that wrinkled paperback is probably three steps removed from the person who actually bought it. This is particularly helpful for poetry, which is so marginalized compared to other genres that even hearing about new books (especially by new poets) is difficult.
This is what I want more of from the Internet — original poems bundled with a trusted recommendation. So much of what we do online is still commentary, still meta. I want more new source material online. I want the stuff itself.