What Raine actually says is:
_Friends, then, people I loved, lives - those difficult, lost masterpieces.
In this context, my title, a technical art-historical term, has
heartbreaking connotations._
My personal favourite for silly blurbs - apologies if I've quoted this
before - is from Robert Pollet's Poetical Works:
_His untimely death in 1985 was one of the many voyages he undertook to the
extremities of consciousness in his search for the ultimate miracle of word
which would awaken man to the presence of the eternal in the instant._
And another gem from a new Bloodaxe volume:
Jane Griffiths is a poet of place who belongs nowhere...Like many in the
modern world, she is estranged inside her own country, wherever that is.
cheers
David
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