I have to admit, there are times when I feel terribly middle aged, past it, outside the zeitgeist.
Which of course I am.
Our new Poet Lareaute (ummm, I belive actually it is Lizzie\’s new one, but let that pass) is, so I am told by varied newspapers, a lesbian. I am also told by others that she has two children, sired in a more traditional manner than the turkey baster.
And this is what makes me old fashioned I think. None of this is something I care about. Quite literally, I do not give a shit.
That you be Prime Minister, trumpeter in the local band or poet bard for the nation, I care not how you desire to clash gonads.
The Prime Ministering, yes, I care about, as I do the trumpeting and the barding.
So, the poetry going to be any good?
I hope so, Hurrah!