Gillian Clarke
A poor excuse for a poet. Widely derided for use of obvious and poor imagery (see example), and for general all-round shitness.
(And she can't spell Vodafone).
(And she can't spell Vodafone).
Gillian Clarke can't be good. Listen to this poor excuse for poetry:
"The mouse curls in agony big as itself
and the star goes out in its eye."
"The mouse curls in agony big as itself
and the star goes out in its eye."