Thom Gunn was one heck of a poet (I'm reading, re-reading, bleeding over, Night Sweats now), one whom I didn't apprecitate, alas, until after his death one year ago. Check out this article in the San Francisco Chronicle, part two on Gunn's life and work. Perhaps more focused on the tantalizing sweep and swoop of his party life -- the man was clearly an adept, indefatigable sensualist -- the article points to a man, a sensibility, hungry for more, for ALL. Can't fault the attempt, the intention.
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