The overcoiffed John Kerrigan is editing a collection of new essays on
Fisher, somewhere among which occurs the very odd suggestion that Fisher
and John Wilkinson are corporately The Birmingham School, the Birmingham
Poets or something near that. John now lives down the road here; to be
shunted Odysseuswise from port to port, eh.
Eventually landing in Basingstoke perhaps, K
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