"That institution is all doors, but no entrances."

The inestimable Radish King posts part of a Lisa Robertson poem, The Men.

I had the pleasure of taking a class from Robertson at the Kootenay School of Writing a couple years before she decamped to Paris. I have never run into a smarter, more engaged, articulate writer in my life. The class completely changed how I think about writing. Wikipedia has a brief bio. You can order some of her work through Small Press Distribution and Apollinaire's Bookshoppe (search on Robertson, Lisa).

Some older work is online: here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.