Tuesday, 20 July 2010


T S Eliot thought Lear’s poetry ‘not nonsense, but a parody of sense.’ This is a pretty fine parody of critical engagement, actually: for in fact something the reverse of this is true—after all nonsense, as all young children know, is prior to sense. Proper grown-up poetry, like Eliot’s own, is something like a parody of nonsense.

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