I too heard / saw Ted Huge reading years ago when we were young (well, I
was, anyway). He was almost completely disdainful of text and audience and
might as well have been somewhere else - except when he got to some bits
about handling the bloody carcasses of stillborn lambs. His animation and
involvement at this blood-laden point could've taught the as-yet-unwritten
Hannibal Lecter a thing or too. The audience loved it. So real, you know,
so deeply felt... It was at this point that I decided not to become a
Great Poet.
Heaney's altogether different, in the right mood I can listen to / read SH
and still be beguiled by it. In saner moods I find the whole outfit a bit
radio two.
Slender stuff, to build the poetries of two nations on, if that's what's
being claimed, which is why I wouldn't.
RC
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