Date: 19 March 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
Dear heavens, Michael Drayton. My Main Man, yo.

I love poetry, as much as I love music. I love it in the same way, purely visceral: I ignore the form in favour of getting naked and rolling around in the language.

And unlike music, if asked to pick my favourite poem ever written - as in, the one I resonate to, echo along with, no matter what else - I pick the same one every time, without hesitation. It's Since There's No Help.

Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows...

Christ. He kills me.
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