Poetry jackpot ...

... Poet puts Heaney in shade by scooping £10,000 prize . (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)

The emphsis in the headline and story on the competitive aspect of all this is somewhat disconcerting. I am reminded of these lines from "East Coker""

And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying.
The rest is not our business.