were the medieval troubadour poets of Provence, with some Italians and half-understood classic authors mixed in. The 23-year-old novitiate tramped the city's streets, incanting his "songs" in the doorways of literary journals--"Let us deride the smugness of the Times: GUFFAW!" (he means the Times Literary Supplement)--and along the corridors of the weekly magazines: "Go! rejuvenate things! Rejuvenate even the Spectator."
from The Guardian: Home from home
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