“Ted: A fucking good poem is a weapon.
It's-- and not like a--
a popgun or something.
- It's a bomb.
It's like a bloody big bomb.
Sylvia: That’s why they make children
learn them in school.
They don't want them messing about
with them on their own.
I mean, just imagine
if a sonnet went off accidentally.
Boom.”
―
John Brownlow,
Sylvia: The Shooting Script
