Oh prisoners, harken unto me! I deliver you from your science, your formulas, your laws, from that bondage of the spirit, from that determinism which is more obdurate than fate. I am the cleft in the armour-plating. I am the loophole in the prison. I am the error in the calculation. I am life.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Southern Mail’
She is a conjuring trick. A reptile. A fallen angel. A griffon from the pages of an illuminated bestiary. Something bright and distant, like gold falling through water.
Helen Macdonald, ‘H Is For Hawk’
When the time came to sign their one-off single deal AR Kane went to Birkett’s house in south London where he had punks living in teepees in the garden. Birkett took them up to his bedroom (“a fucking shithole”) and told them: “I’ve got two bands and one of you is going to be really successful.” He then pulled out a picture of what appeared to be a six-year-old girl holding a frog. “And that was the first time I saw Björk,” Tambala says.