Daniel Kitson: Thrum

There’s the sound of somewhere else and the permanence of a plant pot and the ubiquity of a phrase and the heartbreaking brevity of a very long time.

There’s figs and worms and an old dog rejecting a blanket.

There’s a woman, on a train, wearing a badge.

There’s the first beep of a smoke alarm and there’s a daffodil in December and there’s the condition of fruit.

There’s a hand in bed and there’s...