“Our apparatchiks will continue making the usual squalid mess called History: all we can pray for is that artists, chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it.“
W.H. Auden, “ Moon Landing”
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Let us happily and heedlessly i.e blithely send the pundits, panderers, and pussycats and and the ill tempered ones, the “like~seekers” whose factual are not actuals But opinions gussied up as itter-bitter-litter factoids on opioids, of little value
yeah they’re history seek not likes or to be liked, make your own history or herstory., and you will be admired 'tis a far far better thing…
if you don’t like a poem, keep quiet And just move on And far away