‘ . . . What happens when a human being reads or, as I should prefer to put it, is read to by a poem? What happens is that he receives a perhaps comprehensible message from the dark heart of things. For when the heart of things is subjected to the formal interrogation of the poet it is, to precisely that degree, dominated or subjugated by the courage that puts the question. It is made to confess.
—George Barker
SHARKPACK Poetry Review 