In our decade, the romantic tide is out, and the constructivist, materialist, and formalist tides are in. One would rather find and assemble than mine or dredge up.
Originality in the old sense of a “soul-making” activity is replaced by invention, constraint, and gamesmanship. We are not at play in the fields of the universe, but the static, self-interrupting planes of the internet.
In Heidegger’s terminology of facticity overwhelming poesis, this is a bad thing.