I'm ensuring my place in heaven.

While also, importantly, not wanting to dumb it down or pretend the days of 'difficult' poetry are over, because we live in a pluralist culture and there's room for 'difficult' poetry alongside rap and everything else. And poetry won't be for everyone, but everyone should have the choice.

But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others.

Honor the miraculousness of the ordinary.

But I can't and don't ever want to write bell-yanking confetti-tossing hat-throwing poems.

Each sudden gust of light explains itself as flames, but neither they, nor even bombs redoubled on the hills tonight can quite include me in their fear.

I get up at 5.30am, sluice myself and have two Weetabix and some mint tea, before starting to write by 6am.