| Description | Recollects a past literary event he attended with the 'zany Canadian' Al Purdy [poet, 1918-2000]. Writes of forming the Dwyfor branch of Yr Ymgyrch Gwrth Nuclear, but notes the 'apathy and willed ignorance' of the local populace. Criticises the state of contemporary poetry - the dwindling market and the failings of the critics. |