Here’s one more:
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating, like a mantra, over and over.
“It’s the way to write poetry, letting things come” (Pooh bear)
there’s more wisdom in that than in every word TS Eliot ever wrote. (Or Toilets, as Mark calls him). I don’t think he’s untalented, I just think he’s overrated, especially by himself. Who writes notes to his own poems? And he was a total git to his wife. These bastards will pay the price. Whoever said that to be a genius you have to be a total sh*t? I think the opposite is true. We need to get back to poetry and the word of god (in the best sense) being the same sense. Poetry and prophecy. Or something like that.
Now there’s a way to make money.
I’ll leave you with Wendy Cope’s Wasteland. Now there is an unacknowledged genius. When I am famous I will sing her.
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