Monday, 3 January 2011

Roger McGough

I meant for a good while to write something about this man and his poetry. I guess I'll have to postpone these plans, yet again. But I can't resist, having come across one video, quite by accident, to bring to you his great sense of the word, his personal vision of love...



...his unique vision of death...




...and his sensitive vision of childhood.




More to come when time comes, even though this should be an incentive to everyone.
 

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