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John Bayley, 30 November 1995
“... inhabit a squalor to which the author’s rhyming resources are more than equal. His numb left foot disturbed a rat that nested Inside a soup can. Someone’s pedal bike Distorted to surrealism rested On old wet Suns. With rictus of dislike, Detaching shoe from shit, he danced it clean, Then rang the bell of Number 17. Those ‘old wet Suns’ reveal the ... ”