Language poems resemble the town dump :  little piles of denatured objects, detached from their original usefulness, still glimmering faintly with the light of their former existence.  Is a chair on the dump still a chair?  Such objects hold a certain fascination for morticians & scavengers.

"Language poetry", the phrase, has a sort of Orwellian ring to it - the kind of phrase that creates a verbal mask for something of opposite substance.   Because the language in language poetry is not language : it's only words.