“ The calmness is a special kind of final joy even at deep unkindness, because it is the truth of things and this truth shall not make you free, to sit still or not it is for sure necessitous but man–made and not by necessity this limpet contradiction faces the void and is the truth of captivity, to know this is the joy of ruin and needfulness feel these words in the feral mouth of separation this too no lick no spittle, freedom too costly even at the top end or especially there […] our bonds are our sure bondage already in manifest plain view I saw this too.
— J. H. Prynne, Kazoo Dreamboats
