Perhaps I should clarify: poetry, in Britain (and maybe Ireland) has just
turned into a middle-class scam, at its heart sits the great god Andrew
Motion, so a list devoted to the subject of writing here has no point
anymore, as there's nothing to talk about. Right now the last thing on earth
I want is my own writing to become part of it, not that's likely, as I'm not
invited to the party.
I speak with some bitterness, as something I had faith in has been taken
away, but that's how it is. My thoughts at present are that I will set up
the next issue of 'A Chide's Alphabet' and then that will be it, unless
something persuades me there is a change.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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