I realized that my taste in poetry have become more cold and rigid in form and warm and nostalgic in tone. My taste in Music is verring towards middle aged queen MOR stuff. I am liking the impressionsits again and Holbein and heaven forbid a touch of rococo. I have grown weary of theory heavey irony ridden art, nonsense absurdity, difficult for the sake of being diffcult poetry . Noise and Cacophony in Music . Even at the beggining of the year i hadnt noticed this change , but i do now and it frankly scares me , when do i turn in my avant garde card with its clever t shirts and its Cowboy shirts and wear the navy suits . When do i trade in my black specs for bifocals ? Am i getting old ?
― anthonyeaston, Monday, 10 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)