So far from this thread I've got a picture of someone who made up multiple personalities and argued with himself online, wrote poems that were lies (although the lies were admitted in the poems), and jumbled up a few esoteric ideas in the guise of erudition (T. S. Eliot did a far better job of that).
Also, no one person could possibly have a liking for and knowledge of jazz who also liked that awful diddly-diddly Irish music. Mutually exclusive.
I can see how a few young, impressionable girls on a poetry course could be bowled over by this kind of hard drinking, drug taking persona. What I don't get is how any adult could take him seriously.
God knows I hate Simon Armitage, but I'd sooner be locked in a room with him for a month (with him reciting his own "poetry" constantly) than read any of MD's drivel.
Good grief!
Philip
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