When I selected the OTT title Experimental Sex Hospital for my new online ebook collection from Argotist Books a few days back, I had no idea it would so quickly prove to be prescient. Apparently, according to the BBC, an NHS hospital in London permitted a big-budget porn film to be shot in one of its wards back in 2002. This seems entirely inappropriate, for any number of reasons. Laughter may be the best medicine, but arousal - that's still up in the air.
When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se. What do I mean by smart?
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