“What is flesh? What is this It / That wraps around the bone / This smooth and convulsive skein / This disorder of pleasure and friction / This chaos of pain over the pasty. / Flesh. I don’t know this It. / What is bone? This luxuriant vitality / Longing for wrapping and soil. / Luminous face. / Bone. Flesh. Two nameless Its.” (Hilst 2004)