The Grilling
Tony Harrison, 6 June 2002
“... wine: Cameriere, Vesuvio bianco per le signori! Signori? Quali? Dove? You OK? Sit there, talk to self all bloody day. But Tischbein had torn his sketch out of his book me, half finished with a haunted look. Behind me smudged with spilled Vesuvial wine a cloud from the crater shaped like Pliny’s pine. I picked it up but in one blinding flash it erupted into ... ”