It's only Western civilization that, God forbid, you talk about dying, when it's the only thing we know for certain, right? Everyone's going to die, so what's the big problem? 'Oh, God. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it.' I mean, I'm one of them. I'm not a big fan of talking about dying.
As for how criticism of Keats' poetry relates to criticism of my own work, I'll leave that for others to decide.
Many people are in a rut and a rut is nothing but a grave - with both ends kicked out.

