Instagram for the soul – Sam Willetts’ New Light for the Old Dark
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Jane Yeh’s The Ninjas
Wandering Stirling Castle this summer, I kept my camera(phone) holstered. In a baronial hall, holidaymakers queued to pose in a high-backed-chair-cum …
Land of Confusion: Heather Phillipson’s INSTANT-fLEX 718
Alexander Pope’s The Rape of the Lock was my first encounter zeugma. Blink and you miss it. Belinda, our flaky heroine, applies war-paint for …
Video Games: Vidyan Ravinthiran’s Grun-tu-molani
Lisa Jardine’s excellent Worldly Goods challenges the view that galleries are secular temples, and that we should approach the tabernacle, the Holy of …
I fought the law – Colette Bryce’s The Whole & Rain-domed Universe
Standing in front of an officer of the law wearing nothing but pants is a sobering experience and, even when …
When I am laid in earth – Kevin Powers’ Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting
The infantryman’s spade is a symbol of his relationship with the earth. Our eyes are drawn to the assault rifle but he …
I am a Bird Now – Liz Berry’s Black Country
Gormley’s Angel of the North feels like a guardian. Angels were not always sanitized cuties, flitting about on Tinkerbell wings. Exodus offers …
Bullet in the Head – Frederick Seidel’s Nice Weather
Last summer was filled with the poetry of Terrance Hayes and notably with his Friday: Poem. Like the outrageous conceits of Donne’s …
Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes: Penny Boxall’s Ship of the Line
Façades do not present us at our best, no matter how carefully coiffured, or disarmingly déclassé. Take Oxford’s Sheldonian Theatre: as …
Urban Hymns – Joseph Horgan’s & Antony Owen’s The Year I Loved England
BEFORE THE RAIN CAME Our ring road is a forced marriage of IKEA sky once held together by medieval beams. …
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