Alan Bennett, playwright and sublime diarist, submits enough entries
per year to the London Review of Books to merit the annual subscription to the
print edition (am a firm believer in reading work like Bennett’s on newsprint;
one pays for one’s luxuries these days).
This recent diary entry . . .
11 Sept. 2015:
“Smart to [British Prime Minister David Cameron] seems to
mean doing as little as one can get away with and calling it enterprise. Smart
as in smart alec, smart of the smart answer, which I’ve sure David Cameron has
to hand. Dead smart.”
. . . spurred this nugget of a poem (M and I were in Miami
for a bit of rest and relaxation that was buffeted by windy 50 degree weather
and drenched by monsoon-like rain.)
Dead smart
Tornados in west and central Florida
Alan Bennett
Diary wisdom
how he writes of “dead smart;”
nostalgia piled high in a
serving dish to spread
like French
butter
over all, literally all
pray to inoculate
against
the “dead smart” scrolls.
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