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Basil Bunting - Weekly Poetry # 123 - Anthony Roberts

What the Chairman Told Tom By Basil Bunting Poetry? It’s a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It’s not work. You dont sweat. Nobody pays for it. You could advertise soap. Art, that’s opera; or repertory— The Desert Song. Nancy was in the chorus. But to ask for twelve pounds a week— married, aren’t you?— you’ve got a nerve. How could I look a bus conductor in the face if I paid you twelve pounds? Who says it’s poetry, anyhow? My ten year old can do it and rhyme. I get three thousand and expenses, a car, vouchers, but I’m an accountant. They do what I tell them, my company. What do you do? Nasty little words, nasty long words, it’s unhealthy. I want to wash when I meet a poet. They’re Reds, addicts, all delinquents. What you write is rot. Mr Hines says so, and he’s a schoolteacher, he ought to know. Go and find work.