“I think these are my favourite poems of [John Goodby’s]. They have some kind of indefinable charge. It’s like being in a calm dark room with little slots and windowlets opening just briefly onto brilliantly lit spaces out there and all over and then closing again before you can get a really good look. What you carry away is a sort of richly coloured composite many-layered image which seems to add up to something suggestive of the archaeological remains of what was once at various points in time and space something resembling a unified human emotional consciousness. I find them exciting.” – Lyndon Davies.