You wrote---
Profligacy was an 80s sentimentality, wasn't it?
The word has finally reached the outer or inner perimeter of that vast
circle of youth. Do wish that it would tremble up in the shallows....one
almost expect to heavenly light dripping from the pens of younger poets.
Well, not quite.
Advising young poets is rather an arduous task. Vanity stricken, workstruck
the younger poets seem to be driven to enigmas of prose. Mysterious clouds
of fresh language, yes, but hardly work of any lasting merit.
Ernest Slyman
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