The Wind Dog
Tom Paulin, 17 October 1996
“... which is all beginning all beginning still yet if I wanted to put a date when this naked shivering self began to puzzle at print sound spokensound the wind in the reeds or a cry in the street I’d choose that room for a start the bangles the curtain rings – it’s my baby tuckoo tuckoo tuckoo it is not the tundish this is echt British except that’s always ... ”