Julie,
A book with the thesis that Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson and WH Auden can’t be great poets is only suitable to line bird cages, IMHO.
As for the notion that great artists must be cads because they are only faithful to the Muse – I think Woody Allen skewered that deliciously in “Bullets Over Broadway”. Yes, Woody Allen.
My Muse is a he. He is stubborn, infuriating, unfaithful, transfixing and wholly irresistible. To me.
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