On Nicholas Moore
Peter Howarth: Nicholas Moore, 24 September 2015
“... of a wet English county, Well-greased, but gormless, ancient, but randy. I am like the T.S. Eliot of new wastelands; Fertile but powerless; young but with tied hands And, in a lavishly costumed Wallace Stevens pastiche: Beau Roi of Serpentines in thunderous mish-mash! Golden glissadings, O empty effendi of air, The tutor’s fulgurations, fine ... ”