24 NOVEMBER 1990, Page 48

For Paul Potts

"On mornings with no money but The summer" 's how I see you, Paul, Holy liar lighting up The true behind the factual: An obsessed, imaginative Compassion seeking out the real And unapparent underdog To champion Ezra and Campbell.

You romantic, realist Wit, megasentimentalist; Provider and connoisseur of The grand theatrical gesture: At and in poverty that forgives For you, the failed and frustrate lives, Die burning, saint and thief and child. David Wright