The shipyard painter, political activist and razor-sharp cartoonist Bob Starrett has just written a new book The Way I See It on his eventful life and times. Below we reprint one of his stories and review an essential read
Her nipple, as bright as a star in the long lens,
twinkled, teasing the public, who wondered, what you are. Some wanted to get closer,
some wondered what all the fuss was about.
Surely, if it was up above Murdoch’s sky,
it was unknowable, like monarchy,
should remain a mystery, hidden by silky wisps of cloud. But it’s a diamond, thought the photographer; But it’s a diamond mine, thought the lawyers; It’s off with a head, thought a pornographer, an Irish one; while the little star twinkled on and on,
charming us all into forgetting diamonds and coal come from carbon.
Lisa Kelly is a freelance writer and has had poems published in South Bank Poetry, South and the Delinquent. She was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2008, regularly hosts poetry evenings at the Torriano Meeting House and is due to have her first poetry pamphlet published this year by Hearing Eye.