No good English poets

[matsunosuperfan]

Crndl, we have been friends ever since you declared yourself to be an expert on dogs.
Because dogs are the best.

Regarding matsun, I admire his passion.

But I think, matsun, your inability to call a spade a spade is a problem.
Would you take seriously a man who writes elegantly about the aesthetics of a sunset and the meaning of suburban life, but also sincerely believes that the world resides inside a giant walnut on the shelf of the BongoBongo diety of eastern Djongbo (no offence to the Djongonans)?
Becusee TS Eliot is that man. 

He lived through the great intellectual revolutions of our time, in physics, math, and engineering. And yet he believed in the virgin birth of his diety. And he never explained it, never prefaced it with a “and this is symbolic and this is real, and Jesus was not really the son of god.”

Whatever the excuse they may have had in the 1500s ceased to exist in the 1900s, by when they had flushing toilets. So men like Eliot were essentially vapid TikTok stars of the day, except they declaimed about life’s miseries instead of how to achieve financial success.

And Larkin was born too late to have his craft trump his racism. If you include poets from all over the world in the 20th century, not just those in the Anglosphere, Larkin isn’t even fit to polish some shoes.

still waiting for you to offer even a scrap of actual, substantive critique on either Larkin or Eliot's poetry, other than to say "Larkin was a grumpy poo poo head" and "Eliot believed silly things in his personal faith so his generation-defining poetry is actually crap"

I mean I can still tell you so many details about where I was and what it felt like when I first read "shanti shanti shanti" and I know I'm not alone in that experience; I don't really care if he thinks the world is an ovoid sac dangling between the legs of a cosmic bull, I just wanna read great poetry and it seems he wrote quite a bit of it.