Writing for the ‘reality’
When Yeats wondered what it would be like to write for his ‘own race and the reality’ he constructed, as a paradigm of that reality, a comfortably-off, middle-class, tweed-wearing fly-fisherman, the kind of man, in other words, who was extremely unlikely to bother his arse about the poetry of W.B. Yeats. Why, other than for […]
