When the old eighteenth and nineteenth
century poets ran out of inspiration,
they desperately took to unhealthy
ways of living. At the same time,
under the influence of laudanum, tobacco
or heavy drinking, some of their best
work was written. Lord Byron, Shelley
(Mary's husband) and others did not
stop their deteriorating lifestyles
until they died from them, terrified
that their growing fantasy world bubbles
would burst. Now, I'm not suggesting
Steffen and Thomas should begin leading
more questionable lives, I am merely,
rather bluntly, suggesting they need
to find new input, something to ignite
their seemingly decreasing enthusiasm. NIKLAS FORSBERG |