Seamus Heaney, a first-class Mick,
is dead at 74. Besides being pretty old for a drunken Irish bastard, Heaney may have been the last world famous poet before art and literature were destroyed by viciously stupid pop culture and the internets. Now we'll get crap artists and completely clueless self-promoters, but no more world famous poets. Such is the bread of our everyday life in the 21st century. See you in hell, Heaney.
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