Read some good poetry, damnit
typed for your pleasure on 24 July 2004, at 7.59 pmAnything by Oscar Wilde — maybe start with The Ballad of Reading Gaol and work backwards — and Dulce et decorum est by Wilfred Owen, which I just read myself for the first time last night. Both are extraordinarily upbeat poems. You’ll love them, I promise
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