GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Lads
With them, sex feels like miming drowning;
with gapped mouths gasping, their rower’s arms
too heavy from the drink to pull them back
to shore, the thrashing, the feeling
of being below the surface, the grabbing.
& waking next to them in morning,
the bed having spat back their sleeping bodies
to the sun, having fished them into sobriety
like a plastic bag wrenched from a river,
when they are on their backs and gorgeous
like funeral home corpses —
this is when they are most beautiful —
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
Gisele Pelicot said ‘shame must change sides.’ We may think we agree, but, argues LOUISE RAW, society still has some way to go


