Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If

A Novel, In The End, Is A Container, A Shape Which You Are Trying To Pour Your Story Into.

To Try To Expunge An Individual's History Is A Terrible Violation.

I Have Learned So Much From Working With Other Poets, Travelling And Reading With Them, Spending Days Discussing Poems In Progress. There Is The Sense That We Are All, As Writers, Part Of Something Which Is More Powerful Than Any Of Us.

I Can Remember Being In My Pram: Children Stayed In Their Prams Much Longer Then Than They Do Now. A Big Bouncy Pram With Black Covers And A Hood With Metal Clips That Could Trap Your Fingers. I Was Looking Up At My Sister Who Was Sitting On The Pram Seat, With Her Back To Me.

I Was Always Influenced By Language.