William Topaz McGonagall, worst poet ever.

William McGonagall.jpg picture source wikipedia 

Lately I’ve been doing some thinking. I tend to think a lot. It’s what I do. And since you stumbled upon this page, maybe you do to. It really doesn’t matter actually, how you ended up here.

But a question remains lingering in the back of my mind. How did this man ended up as the worst poet ever, and was he really?

And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.

Surely you can detect some bruteness in what you just read, but is it really that bad?

Should we not look back on this writer as misunderstood? Or maybe his time ahead?

A visionary relating to past, present and future with heavy heart and some victorian melancholy, but above all a gentle soul in a world that couldn’t care less.

‘His clothes were thin and he was nearly frozen with cold,
And wholly starving with hunger, a pitiful sight to behold.’

The above  lines from this Christmas long gone seem familiar, don’t they? Remember them Christmas to come.













6 thoughts on “William Topaz McGonagall, worst poet ever.

  1. Oh my. While there’s some dispute about exactly where he was born, there was what we call stooshies on my home town Dundee’ss council some years ago about the erection of a statue, since Dundee was where he lived for the bulk of his life, bestowing himself on the citizenry here and staging the only performance of Macbeth where Macbeth did not die. He was actually banned from performing here because of the riots that resulted. It was great entertainment for the mill workers to go along and throw things at him. And on one notable occasion, talking statues, he was forcibly removed by the police from the unveiling of one to Robert Burns. Nevertheless, he has stood the ultimate test. Time. And he was way before his time in terms of how he got out there every day selling his poems for a penny and also writing to the newspapers often incognito, praising his own work, etc. In fact the local paper had an on going ‘feud’ with him, where they berated him etc. but still published his poetry. His biographer said what he was doing was a kind of journalism we would understand today– he wrote about everything–and he thought nothing of staging stunts to get publicity because he understood d the value of that. .

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