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Irving Layton

Irving Peter Layton, OC (March 12, 1912 – January 4, 2006) was a Romanian-born Canadian poet. He was known for his "tell it like it is" style which won him a wide following but also made enemies. As T. Jacobs notes in his biography (2001), Layton fought Puritanism throughout his life:

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    God is indeed dead.
    He died of self-horror
    when He saw the creature He had made
    in His own image.
    Irving Layton (b. 1912)

    Since I no longer expect
    anything from mankind except
    madness,
    meanness, and mendacity;
    egotism,
    cowardice,
    and
    self-delusion,
    I have stopped
    being a
    misanthrope.
    —Irving Layton (b. 1912)

    Luxury spreads its ample board before their eyes; but they are excluded from the banquet. Plenty revels over the fields; but they are starving in the midst of its abundance: the whole wilderness has blossomed into a garden; but they feel as reptiles that infest it.
    —Washington Irving (1783–1859)