To ride on tiptoe upon the
moment, surfing like some
perilous dancer on the
sensation with all dear care
not to ponder with malingering
motion, but to seize the minute
minute and wrap around
the canvas of the day,
embellish yourself with
brush-stroke in suspended animation,
envelop the sundry emotion
for there is strength in cutting
out your heart for the mob's football.
From Heretic published by Appliance Books, 1996
Hear my interview with ICR's lovely Mel..
Robert Lenney's words clatter vibrantly between angel wings, the word of the father, sexual desire and the busy-ghostly streets of our contemporary orthodox, the "star-spangled Union Jack".'
From the Afterword to Heretic by Rupert Mallin