Poem: Fuck Up Cyril Connolly

So the enemy of art is the pram in the hall, well how come I’ve written two books, the first while

changing nappies, the second in a lockdown, home-schooling; taught myself to lose all shame

and share stick-figures and scribble-patterns since it’s all opt-in and anyone can opt out whenever

they like. And I like having a go at new things – so I’m all on boa…