Alright, whose poetry do you read
when you need a fix? As I believe I
can recite from memory just about
everything I ever found intriguing –
say around three or four hundred
poems, plus lines from idiot foci of
skewed teacher insistence I learn
masses of poetic dross, what of it?
Clearly small beer and not here on
my page; I would be pleased and
not the least amazed to learn you
read the Classics. You’ll see I am a
character escaped from a Breughel
painting: guess where I am.
Don’t be surprised I won’t stand out
from the multitude, be concerned I
just look the same.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-28