I Was Always Influenced By Language.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

If We Understand The Past, We Are More Likely To Recognise What Is Happening Around Us.

We Are Creatures Of Story.

It Is A Violation Which Has Obsessed The Tyrants Of The Twentieth Century. They Do Not Want Simply To Kill Their Opponents, But To Liquidate Them, To Deny That They Have Ever Existed.

My First Collection Of Poems Was Published By Bloodaxe Books, Which Was Then A Very New Imprint.