The streaky things behind the Elephant's Child mean squoggy marshy country somewhere in Africa. The Elephant's Child made most of his mud-cakes out of the mud that he found there.

There was a fat camp in the woods of West Stockbridge, Massachusetts, that would force my body to move, would serve me the meals I'd need to eat.

[…] an ideal mother thread combined with strings of gaze-and-touching in repetition and strings of virtual not-enoughness that supply copoietic energy for repetition-in-difference and for matrixial transference […]

Described as 'a sabre-toothed growler on Labour's awkward bench' (Robert Hardman), he sits alongside Dennis Skinner a mere arm's length from the Chief Whip, whom, in opposition during the 1992 Parliament, he defied 52 times, […]