[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vvzyPMa82I&fs=1&hl=en_GB] Poetry can seriously damage your health. That’s the main thing I’ve learned from recent biopics in which Johnny Depp’s pox-ridden John Wilmot (The Libertine), Ben Whishaw’s consumptive Keats (Bright Star) and Gwyneth Paltrow’s depressive Sylvia Plath (Sylvia) have cornered… Continue Reading →