News at Eleven: For [Peter] Redgrove's admirers, this meant

a magical gift for reimagining reality, issuing in a poetry of exuberant wonder and celebration. There is no doubt that Redgrove possessed that gift; it is evident in the "Grand Buveur" poems and in, for example, "Thrust and Glory", about a "longhaired hog", its "hairs as harsh as fingernails/Like coarse reeds on a hump of the bog". Redgrove imagines the hog's virility as a storm that "rains pigs", and ends with a typical description of mud, "glorious with rain-shine, pig-grease and wallow".

from The Times Literary Supplement: Saving Peter Redgrove from oblivion

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