Mairead wrote:
'There was nothing
shiny or inventive about this poetry and the literati spat on it. For
some reason, he didn't mind being truly awful --'
Now that is exactly why and where Kavanagh is more than say Heaney, no,
sorry, no, say many, whatever the inflation of his self-opinion. He was
good enough to risk writing badly . . . .
david
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