I picked up a book for 50p at the local recycling centre, 'Beautiful Stranger' by Rod Mckuen. It slotted in just fine at home next to his other that I bought 35 years ago.
Apparently McKuen's work has never been taken seriously by the literary academy. I don't mind. Even if his poetry isn't technically correct it has a feel good factor about it, and that's all I need.
Before a tour of South Africa in the 1970s, McKuen demanded “mixed seating” among white and black concert-goers which remained for other performers. At 76, he is fast becoming my favourite defender of human rights.

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