Glyn Maxwell, one of my favourites among contemporary poets, might have been a little bemused to meet me at Oxford in 2006. It was late in the evening and he might have preferred to be left to play the quiz machine in St. Anne's bar but I was determined to meet him.
He assured me we could chat the next day but I didn't have anything particular to say to him. He read from his plays rather than his poems at that event. One of the many poets who have decided to extend their writing into potentially more lucrative areas than poetry.
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