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Loud and Claire, or, A Pretty Good Gig

The BBC Radio 4 Today Programme today revealed a rather lax attitude towards poetry.  The reporter describing what the Oxford Professor of Poetry post entails described it, chuckling, as "a pretty good gig" - with a stipend and "only" having to "do" a few lectures.  This belittles one of the more arduous, intellectually demanding, and serious lecture series in the world devoted to poetry - perhaps the most serious.  Muldoon's and Heaney's contributions, to name only two, are among their best critical writing and speaking.  Anyway.  They then interviewed Paula Claire, who I admit Eyewear belittled when she entered the race - a fact I regret now.  When Claire explained why she had dropped out - for being described by the Oxford online authorities running the election as a "performer" and not a poet, the BBC radio chap chuckled (a lot of chuckling) and said it didn't seem "a big deal".  Claire rightly observed that in the UK, to be called a performer not a poet is a way of sometimes undercutting the value of the work.  Finally, as the spot ended, they said they hoped Michael Horovitz would win, so he could play his "anglosaxophone".  Which is a fine sentiment, but rather biased.  Equal time for Hill?

Comments

Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

To be honest I thought that Paula Claire came across as a typically paranoid poet. I was going to vote in this election but since I'm blithely indifferent to the outcome, I don't think I'll bother.

Best wishes from Simon
EYEWEAR said…
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you" to paraphrase Mr. Cobain

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