Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done.
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One does not become a guru by accident.
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The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.
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The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
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When Mr Ackroyd says that in the 18th century, stranglers bit off the noses of their victims, I feel that he probably knows what he is talking about. I just wish he hadn't told me.
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