Date: 2007-08-05 11:58 am (UTC)
ext_120533: Deseine's terracotta bust of Max Robespierre (Default)
It's just all too "sex-'n'-drugs Sixties rock-stars and groupies" in ambience.

I'm also reminded of a girl I knew at university, who had aspirations as a poet. She wanted to go on a creative writing course that was run by a well-known poet, because she thought it would be good for her writing if she seduced him. (She had already done this with another poet, again, a much older man, on a previous course). She was devastated that she didn't get a place on the course. I queried her assumption that the poet would automatically have fallen in with her plans anyway. The fact that she had a husband (a fellow student, a mild-mannered archæologist) wasn't on her radar. She wanted an 'open' marriage, he didn't. They eventually split up. I had no sympathy with her, since she seemed to think that poetry was some sort of sexually-transmitted disease that you could get by sleeping with better-known poets.
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