In Your Face, W B Yeats!
In December 1932, W B Yeats was a guest at a dinner in Wellesley College in Massachusetts. As evening wound on, Yeats fell into an involving conversation about poetry with his next-door neighbour. It was late in the meal before he realised he'd addressed not a word to the fellow on his other side.
"My friend and I," he said jovially, "have been discussing the defects of T S Eliot's poetry. What do you think of the poetry?"
The man pursed his lips slightly, and wordlessly held up his place card for Yeats to read.
It said: "T S Eliot."
"My friend and I," he said jovially, "have been discussing the defects of T S Eliot's poetry. What do you think of the poetry?"
The man pursed his lips slightly, and wordlessly held up his place card for Yeats to read.
It said: "T S Eliot."
Labels: Anomie, Faux Pas, Ground Swallows Monkey-Gonaded Old Madman, Modernism

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