My blogging friend over at The Plath Diaries doesn’t much rate one of my poets, which makes me a bit sad. Perhaps her good opinion can be salvaged?
When I was fourteen I feel heavily under the dangerous spell of Sylvia Plath, like so many other teenage girls with literary aspirations. Now I think of the [poems that won the Kavanagh Award at 18] as being far too Plath-influenced, though they probably had a valuable, raw quality about them.
‘Sinead Morrissey in Interview with Declan Meade’, The Stinging Fly, 1.14 (2002-3), pp. 2-13, 7.
No? Then I definitely won’t mention Leontia Flynn’s poem ‘Sylvia Plath’s Sinus Condition’… oh wait…