Seamus Heaney has been down so long that it looks like up to him. Or to put it another way, he has some mad love for Eminem. You know, the guy who "created a sense of what is possible." That fly Yank mother-fecker.
(Thanks for the link, Tris and Charles.)
Posted by Dr. Frank at July 3, 2003 07:05 PM | TrackBackYou call that poetry? Energy yes, silliness mixed with hate speech, yes. I suppose by the loosest definition of poetry one could classify almost anything as poetry. It doesn't have to be in iambic pentameter or neat little quartets or octets. Freestyle maybe? The Bard would be hanging his head in shame.
Posted by: Channon at July 3, 2003 10:09 PM