I’ve just published a new article, on hymns in twentieth-century literature. It spans D. H. Lawrence, W. H. Auden, Virginia Woolf, George Orwell, Louis MacNeice and Dorothy Richardson. And Stevie Smith.
It was not right of Coleridge in fact it was wrong
(But often we all do wrong)
As the truth is I think he was already stuck
With Kubla Khan.
He was weeping and wailing: I am finished, finished,
I shall never write another word of it,
When along comes the Person from Porlock
And takes the blame for it.
Coleridge’s Person from Porlock had a good few outings in the mid-twentieth-century.