hm. I am not pleased with me. Got home and did hswk and before bath read through my entire hoard of poetry. And its all crap! Admittedly its self -taught but then whose isn't? But too much is vast, particularly either personal or pretentious and anyway I hate it. A few are okay; last couple okay. Of course Psalm to Strange God isn't really a poem at all. So wot I got to do is bung in the maybe three oldies that pass muster, plus 4 recents that are okay, and then that means I got to do 93 effing DECENT poems by next November at the latest. Well its plenty of time I suppose. Hm, if I do what? 4 a week should manage. But they got to be a bloody sight better than those oldies ever get!!
Getting in bath! I always think better in the bath.
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