I am in a grumpy mood tonight caused by lack of sleep hence my current
bad-tempered post to british-poets complaining about the quality of
poetry I am buying in the shops at the moment.
I will continue the vein with Muldoon. I had a serious read of him a
few years ago to see what all the fuss was about and he left me absolutely
cold. This 'Holy THursday' poem seems in the same category. Has he ever
written a good poem in his life? The current lauding of poets I see nothing
in makes me wonder if my IQ has diminished with the onset of old age.
I am just not clever enough. It seems you have to be an alpha intellectual
to take part in poetry nowadays. Thank God there are poets like Sheenagh
Pugh around who I can relate to and enjoy. And she is clever.
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