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THIS was never intended to be a pile of protests. All I did was choose a few
subjects and wax lyrical. No intention of marching in the streets or waving the
Funny, how things don’t work out.
Now that it’s too late, now that I have blown it, it has dawned on me that everything that
follows is nevertheless throwing another stone, raising another shout – all without my having had to gear myself up for it.
It’s simply that I have had the sheer cheek to put a bit of work into my poems: I’ve actually made them rhyme and scan, instead of choosing a chunk of prose,
chopping it up into lines of arbitrary length, delivering it in tones of
passion or awestruck wonder and waiting to see what happens – which is what you have to do nowadays if you expect to be called a poet.
Who was the work-shy genius who thought of it?
So yes, I now realise that what follows may correctly be seen as a protest
against the sort of stuff that gets people recognised as poets these days. As I
point out somewhere – with rhyme and rhythm, naturally – it’s interesting that among the many words in the English language that don’t rhyme with any other word are poem, poet and poetry.
It’s just a shame that so many would-be poets have taken this as a hint and used it
as an excuse to churn out stuff that must have the late Keats, Shelley and the
rest of the hard-working boys turning in their graves.