Clive James, who died a year ago aged 80 after a long illness, was many things: a media celebrity, a TV pundit, an interviewer and roaming traveller; an essayist, literary critic and author of five volumes of autobiography; lastly, a poet. Indeed, putting aside the other hats he put on and off in rapid succession, I suspect that poetry, that fascination for using words in a compressed space for memorable effect, was his first and last love. Much of television fame is, […]
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