Per the Poetry Society: 'The T. S. Eliot Prize is run by The T. S. Eliot Foundation. This is the richest prize in British poetry, with the winning poet receiving a cheque for £25,000 and the shortlisted poets each receiving £1,500....The winner of the 2017 Prize will be announced at the Award Ceremony ... 15th January 2018, where the winner and the shortlisted poets will be presented with their cheques. This continues the tradition started by Mrs Valerie Eliot, who provided the prize money from the inception of the Prize.'
Of the 2018 nominees The Telegraph said: 'Virginia Woolf once called T S Eliot the kind of man who would wear a four-piece suit. Now in its 25th year, the poetry prize set up in Eliot’s name risks looking similarly buttoned-up and unadventurous.'
But we are not concerned with the state of British poetry now now; we are concerned with cats. CATS that is---Lloyd-Webber's musical. For the licensing of Eliot's work, after his death by his widow, for this enterprise is where the money comes from, for the Eliot prize. Reality is always more than a three-piecer.
Of the 2018 nominees The Telegraph said: 'Virginia Woolf once called T S Eliot the kind of man who would wear a four-piece suit. Now in its 25th year, the poetry prize set up in Eliot’s name risks looking similarly buttoned-up and unadventurous.'
But we are not concerned with the state of British poetry now now; we are concerned with cats. CATS that is---Lloyd-Webber's musical. For the licensing of Eliot's work, after his death by his widow, for this enterprise is where the money comes from, for the Eliot prize. Reality is always more than a three-piecer.
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