On Nicholas Moore
Peter Howarth: Nicholas Moore, 24 September 2015
“... blur: I have no words. Grief is an orchestra. He has no hope. All lovelessness is bitter. A day will come. I do admire your purpose. When I am killed, you may not fail to want me.However desperate the longing, these full-stopped lines have the numb feeling of words no sooner said than repeated ad nauseam, like passionate love songs heard echoing from a ... ”