A few weekends ago at the Art in Odd Places Indianapolis exhibit, the Indianapolis Museum of Art opened The Office of Art Grievances with two locations in the downtown exhibit space. The project provided a fun way for patrons to tell art curators and programmers of the city’s prestigious museum what frustrates them about art.

According to event promotional materials, complaints filed would be processed and attempted to be remedied. All complaints would then be “permanently filed.”

“The project creates a feedback loop between audience and institution,” museum representatives wrote, “and an opportunity to examine the things about art that cause us distress and angst.”

Distress and angst. Not only does art cause distress and angst, it’s often born out of those same conundrums in the artist herself. In other words, without distress and angst would there even be art? But if artists deal with their inner turmoil through their expressions on the stage, canvas, or paper, how does the art patron or consumer deal with his distress and angst?

And what about poetry specifically? Surely the line would wrap around the city if there were an Office of Poetry Grievances?

I decided to find out.