The critical doctor knocks the spread of identity politics into our withered cultural world. Poor T.S. Eliot does not deserve to have his name associated with such nonsense.
Please note that this and the next two posts will feature articles from The Epoch Times, which is a subscription based publication.
The impression given by a brief review of the recent winners of the T.S. Eliot prize, however, suggests that the judges of the prize are at least as concerned with bringing about supposed social justice as with poetic merit. They seem to take a neo-Stalinist view of writing and writers, that they are propagandists and engineers of human souls: always in the service, of course, of the dictator or (in this case) by the current political orthodoxy.