“I’m the Outcast . . . the ‘distinguished’ chap/Who puts it all in poetry/I’m more than half crushed to bits / Between the Bourgeoisie and the Worker/I’m the bloke whose work one hates/I’m a closet of Grief/I’m the Artist, the Dreamer/The Leper of Democracies” – “Les Soliloques Du Pauvre” Back in the day, when libraries […]