>'At its best it is a distillation of intellect and passion in the crucible
>of language.
>
>People need poetry. In moments of national or private grief, as with the
>Hillsborough football disaster and the death of Diana, Princess of Wales,
>at times of joy and celebration, in crisis and contemplation, poetry is
>most often what Wislaw Symborska calls the "saving bannister" to which we
>clutch.'
Let's call a spud a turkey: this is pathetic. Do we think that Francis
Bacon, 'at his best' would stand for being seen as even a land-mine-maimed
"saving bannister". No, Opera is our bannister, our only bannister.
Poor Cinderellas, we will never be able to afford these ticket-only balls
without Arts Council crutches.
Lose your chains, girls, learn to dance with crutches.
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