“ Birds of the Western FrontYour mess-tin cover's lost. Kestrels hoverabove the shelling. They don't turn a featherwhen hunting-ground explodes in yellow earth,flickering star-shellsand flares from the… Ruth Padel
“ Poetry or science, what matters is saying it how you see it. Saying precisely what and how you saw, and no more. In science, poetry or describing a journey, accuracy is all you can do. Saying it as yo… Ruth Padel
“ Tragedy's language stresses that whatever is within us is obscure, many faceted, impossible to see. Performance gave this question of what is within a physical force. The spectators were far away from… Ruth Padel
