You’ve got to love them. And then one day you write an English exam, comparing two of them.. and you find it incomprehensibly difficult and mind-wrecking.

And then it hits you. what they were talking about. Like boom kaboom. Like wham bam rackety slam. It was there all this time. And you didn’t get it. You fool.


I wrote on Howl (Ginsberg) and compared/contrasted it with… (no surprises here)

Leaves of Grass (by Walt Whitman -our forefather of free verse.)

It was not legendary (no the cosmos did not vibrate instinctively at my feet in Melbourne sweltering english exam…)

but it was Alright.

I’ll live with it. 


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