Richard Meier’s After the Miracle
Broad Street was in summer mode: conga lines of language students sporting identical backpacks following the sign of the brolly …
Broad Street was in summer mode: conga lines of language students sporting identical backpacks following the sign of the brolly …
I was lent a copy of Eduardo Galeano’s Football in Sun and Shadow by a friend. She attempted to convey …
Social media, we are told, defines who girls want to be – or at least who they want to look …
The Scottish National Portrait Gallery was just a refuge from the pipers and Fringe flyers on Princes Street, so I …
Suede’s debut single, ‘The Drowners’, enacts a war between Butler’s masculine, strident rhythm guitar and the androgyny of Anderson’s lyrics …
Setting the tropes of film noir aside for a moment, Raymond Chandler’s iconic sleuth, Philip Marlowe, feels more like Eliot’s Tiresias: …
This morning, I’m thrilled to fill the guest blogger slot on Anthony Wilson’s poetry blog, where I write about the …
You’ve never seen a soul playing football. You never read about it. You are unaware of its rules, or even of the …
I was once awoken in the dead of night by the kitchen knives. Not by the cutlery but the other …
Watching the Sky journalist, Colin Brazier, picking through a suitcase at the crime scene / crash site of Malaysia Airlines …