The blog is a beast needs feeding. The other day I found an anthology,
Firebox, in a second hand book shop, treasure hunter, and picked it up this
evening with half an hour to kill. I was immediately inspired by Heaney. Gradually I understand what these poets achieve, and daresay I may slowly gain on them, a little. We all respond to competition, here though, it wasn't even a case of No hurry worry, since good poetry at the very least encourages. Meanwhile:
I was reading Heaney and Muldoon
though I’m not so keen on Muldoon,
really, but these boys fly:
they fly with thought on words, where I,
I am again the parapenter
too heavy for his rig sometimes taking
giant leaps, great, ungainly bounding steps
on Brecon's boulders; strange, wild bird,
a goony chick, let all description founder.
