I suppose it hardly needs saying, but the hyperventilating nonsense of his inaugural 'poem', insulted the memory of Walter Scott whose romanticism was, however Tory, rooted in a genuine passion for the long suppressed culture of his people and their past. It had a 'music' which caught at hearts, however perverse its historical cum political 'arguments'. The phoney nature of his rant here, in an interview of eye-rolling derangement, recalls, extremely uncomfortably, the almost messianic tone of 'official culture' under a past Ministry of Popular Culture and Enlightenment. 'Trumpland' becomes more chilling - and/or ridiculous - by the day.... and I'm no great admirer of allegedly 'modernist' poetry!
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