People can put their best poems straight onto the web.
It is not natural or inevitable that half the world goes hungry; that the freedom of markets trumps protection of the planet; or that citizens’ rights come second to those of corporations.
It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.
The thought of a limit to perceptual space and time staggers the mind.
The difficulty for the Government is there’s this ideological straitjacket of the market will provide, let the market rip and everything will work out… It’s back to trickle-down economics, which, it’s plain to see, have not delivered.
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
The ultimate aim of the ego is not to see something, but to be something.
I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem.
I’d be happy to have regular face-to-face meetings at Downing Street with David Cameron to argue the case for alternative economic policies.