>What I was trying, clumsily, to put across, was that the mediation of poetry
>in this Gilbert and Sullivan meets Clockwork Orange of a land, is laced over
>with an extra to the normal of status-jockeying etc that goes on everywhere.
>We've just got so much past, every inch almost is occupied with it.
I know what you were saying, nor were you saying it clumsily - I was
choosing to wilfully ignore it, coming from a place where the past is so
huge that it obliterates everything. Nothing so spooky as looking at the
remains of 30,000 year old campfires being blown away by the shores of a
As for genius, it is a term best employed in parody, I agree.