I am just back from the pub where I have been chatting with my friends
and feel the nerve to say what I think of her book which I re-read this
morning.
Firstly she is a poet. Secondly her tiny little squiggles of poems
which occupy much of the book are essentially minor, but every now
and then she lets loose with a phrase which only a real poet could
write. Thirdly, later in the book, we come across longer poems and
here I would pick out `Thomas Jefferson' and `Darwin' as being
substantial work. THe others are not so good.
I dont read poems aloud to myself except in my own head. I live in
a very quiet cul-de-sac where I have no diversions to my concentration.
I trust myself when it comes to reading.
Off back to Wimbledon on the TV. The cricket and football over the
weekend was marvellous.
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