I love Stevie Smith. Actually, that's not quite true. I love her last book Scorpion. It's my favourite poetry book of all time. But I've not properly read anything else of hers. Why? Perhaps because I'm afraid nothing else will be as good. Silly, eh? So I've just made some purchases.
I was reading Scorpion last thing last night. Smith found the thought of death comforting. So do I. How nice to know there's a way off this silly, old planet.
I was reading Scorpion last thing last night. Smith found the thought of death comforting. So do I. How nice to know there's a way off this silly, old planet.