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Ok, to clarify my position, what I actually think about this, as opposed to just going through whatever nonsense seemed to be quite funny at the time, at the time...
I really don't like to do this, I won't be doing it again.
However.
To say The Wasteland was the last poem that actually mattered... was a bit flip, I guess. Also, deep down, I think Howl's a genuinely great piece of work.
But... With the exception of Howl, I'm still not sure if The Wasteland wasn't the last time that a book of poetry made any real difference to the culture in general, in terms of being taken that seriously. Hughes, Heaney, etc, have their audience obviously, but no real voice. D'you know what I mean ? They're " just poets, " too easily dismissed if you've a mind to do that, they just don't seem to have the undeniable, well... weight of say Byron or Shelley, Tennyson, whoever. You could possibly argue that this particular role as far as society goes, has been taken over by John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, etc, etc.
This is under-argued I know, but I've got to go out now. Hopefully anyway you see what I mean. And if not, well poetry's going to be what it's going to be, entirely regardless of what the bleeding bhell I think. |
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