Some years ago a magazine published a poem by Maurice Scully in which he
mentioned Rimbaud.
The editor rang him (MS) up to check out who this "Rim bod" was in case it
was a typo.
"No, it's Rimbaud, the poet", said Maurice.
"Of course, of course", answers the editor, making the customary grunts of
recognition.
Unfortunately, as it later emerged in print, he was recognising the lesser
known poet Rainbow.
regards
Randolph Healy
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> Subject: a little ray of sunshine
> Date: 28 July 1998 15:27
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> A note, noting that the same Jeremy Harding who wrote a
> praiseworthy review of Conductors of Chaos for the London Review of
> Books has a long and worthwhile review-essay in that same journal`s
> current number, based upon Charles Nicholl`s very good book, Someone
> Else, about Rimbaud`s career in Africa.
> I can recommend Someone Else (hang on, is it Somebody Else? I think
> it`s Somebody Else.) in its own right. Far from being some bone-dry
> account of a huckster who used to write poems: the first five
> chapters or so offer an excellent digest of the available biographies
> covering the poet`s first twenty or so years on this earth. And the
> book`s not long out in paperback, with some good photographs too,
> including the cover, one of the portraits of the black Rimbaud
> which so thrilled the Surrealists.
>
> robin
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