25 February 2016
· A new poem expressing my agreement with Red Smith ·
Red Smith was an esteemed American journalist who wrote very well about sport during most of the 20th century. He possessed a wonderful facility with the English language, and he knew the truth of the writer’s art, applicable even when the subject was a baseball game or a horse race.
I’ve been bouncing lately between limericks and sonnets. As I sat at my desk in mid-haemorrhage, Smith’s celebrated quotation came to mind. He might not have been the first to utter the thought, but he said it best.