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Pulitzer Prize winning photographer, Clicky McPhotographer spent much of his youth in the company of William Butler Yeats. The poet and modernist exerted a profound influence on the young lad, in his artistic walk and lifestyle choices. Clicky’s diaries from this time are a veritable joy, a bildungsroman of intense emotion, personal growth and discovery.

Here follows an excerpt from the summer of 1913, when they first met, Clicky was just 13 at the time, impressionable, certainly, but already showing a glimmer of the genius he was to become. Over the next three years, they developed their fondness for anonymous sex in public places into an art form, political movement and philosophy. Cottagism has been overlooked by history books and university professors since the royal felching scandal at the first ever Pulitzer Prize ceremony in 1917, which rocked Georgian society to its very core. This gross oversight must be corrected, this is part of my humble attempt to do so.

Mungo Clacton-Jackson
Official biographer of Clicky McPhotographer and editor of The Clicky McPhotographer Diaries

“Friday, July 4, 1913, Regent’s Park, London, UK

“Met that old poofter poet again today. Told me to come to the park with my Brownie D70s, he had something special to give me. We met by the duck pond, thought we’d be alone, but WB’d brought that cunt EP¹ along. Not sure what he sees in the retarded fucking Yankee. We spent an hour or so chucking stones at the ducks. It was a fucking scorcher, soon I was sweating buckets and getting really itchy. WB said I should take off some clothes if I was that uncomfortable, I’d been working out a bit, doing fifty mangle-lifts every night. I was starting to look like a real man, so I knew I’d give the old scrote a bit of a thrill and put pudgy P to shame.

After EP calmed down we decided to go and have a look at the public conveniences, we’d heard tell of some that they were particularly spacious and had glory-holes you could get two cocks in at once. The marvel of the modern age! Sure enough the place was heaving with gents and me being a nubile slip of a thing, I got all the attention and a really sore arse! It might have been wrinkly aristocratic attention, but a boy can’t be picky if he wants to get ahead.

WB Yeats, Ezra Pound and some strangers they and PPWP picked up in the park.

All in all, a good day’s cottaging, earned myself a few bob and got another poem that I can sell to some dumb cunt who thinks it’s art.

I’ll show the world what real art is one day, just you wait.”

Footnotes
¹ Ezra Pound.

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