Back from Ireland. I must stop eating lobster smothered in butter. But those trolley dollies with their heaps of cream and custard and berries! Agggh. Croquet is not, may I add, an aerobic activity...Just read Forster's first, Where Angels Fear to Tread - a bit odd stylistically. Does anyone else have any thoughts on his sentimental-ironic melodramatic tonal shifts? Also enjoyed the first 95% of Netherland, until the cornball London Eye/ family values ending. A missed opportunity to create a true classic. Still, I actually find cricket bearable after that.
THAT HANDSOME MAN A PERSONAL BRIEF REVIEW BY TODD SWIFT I could lie and claim Larkin, Yeats , or Dylan Thomas most excited me as a young poet, or even Pound or FT Prince - but the truth be told, it was Thom Gunn I first and most loved when I was young. Precisely, I fell in love with his first two collections, written under a formalist, Elizabethan ( Fulke Greville mainly), Yvor Winters triad of influences - uniquely fused with an interest in homerotica, pop culture ( Brando, Elvis , motorcycles). His best poem 'On The Move' is oddly presented here without the quote that began it usually - Man, you gotta go - which I loved. Gunn was - and remains - so thrilling, to me at least, because so odd. His elegance, poise, and intelligence is all about display, about surface - but the surface of a panther, who ripples with strength beneath the skin. With Gunn, you dressed to have sex. Or so I thought. Because I was queer (I maintain the right to lay claim to that
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