Anne Stevenson, 7 July 1994
The way you say the world is what you get. What’s more, you haven’t time to change or choose. The words swim out to pin you in their net
Before you guess you’re in the TV set Lit up and sizzling with unfriendly news. The mind’s machine – and you invented it –
Grinds out the formulae you have to fit, The ritual syllables you need to use To charm the world...