In an interesting article at The Financial Times, John McDermott reviews two new biographies of Edmund Burke. He begins by noting that both Wordsworth and Yeats wrote poetry in praise of Burke, and then writes “It is difficult to imagine Karl Marx, Jeremy Bentham or John Rawls inspiring such poetic effervescence. Notions of the superstructure, utilitarianism and the difference principle would pose issues for cadence. Burke wrote gorgeous prose. But his attraction for poets hints at another aspect of his legacy: his slipperiness.”
Whether Burke is slippery or not—it’s been decades since I read him—I am not at all surprised to see poets, as a class, described as being drawn to slipperiness. But I do think that’s wrong.
More later, maybe …