Saturday, 17 March 2007

From "Don't Start Me Talking"

[...] I wouldn't go beyond that to speculate whether there's some kind of implied critique of either of the two books mentioned, or of the two poems chosen. In a way I regretted that the James poem wasn't a bit longer.

DUNCAN: How careless of him.

CROZIER: How careless of him. He didn't know what it was going to be used for. I suppose that rather than any implication of critique, it's more a matter of engaging on a line by line basis with poems by people whom I regarded as friends and colleagues.