Currently reading ‘Birthday Letters’ by Ted Hughes
It’s interesting, a mixture of arrogance, remorse, self importance,
over shooting, & pure talent. He plays himself up, cuts himself
Down, plays Sylvia up in subtle abstracts & rips
Her down in simple lines. Like he is stuck in a
Self righteous guilt. His story telling is mediocre, at best.

I keep reading, simply because certain lines
Are brilliant. Hard hitting & beautiful.

2:09 am  •  29 July 2012  •  5 notes