So says Björk, in this fascinating interview from 1988, which kind of suggests they – poets – wouldn’t be much good at robbing banks together.
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Ricardo Blanco, Citizen of Nowhere
I robbed a bank once as a member of the Sardine-Eaters – basically a gang of incontinent masked whippets. We robbed it of its dignity, man.
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Heavy. So you were a whippet once? Your CV continues to impress.
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I don’t want to rob banks – just steal a few moments of your time with my verses…
This is a greater theft…as time once robbed, cannot be replaced.
Poets are the ultimate robbers…of the most precious thing…Time.
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