Thanks to Star Opal, a few neat-o links.
First, never doubt the power of your local library, particularly one that rents typewriters for .10 cents an hour. Otherwise we might not have books like Fahrenheit 451. The library was Bradbury’s personal office.
Note to self: do not write evocative, chilling, and profoundly thought provoking poems about knives in England unless you’d like that poem to be removed from the GCSE syllabus because knives are scary (so is the poem, which is chilling). .
Note to self: if one day you are spankingly good poet whose work has been removed from the GCSE curriculum due to some wanker’s complaining about it: respond in the poetic equivalent of a pile driver by writing a new poem that is so awesome, I had to read it three times.