DOUGLAS FIELD relishes the hard-boiled language, satire and humour of the third and last of the Harlem trilogy
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Two poems from London Undercurrents
Well Versed is edited by Jody Porter
STEPHANIE BROWN draws attention to the hidden labour of the female embroiderers, and how a 19th century replica made no such error
MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
ANDY HEDGECOCK, MARIA DUARTE and ANGUS REID review Synthetic Sincerity, Our Hero, Balthazar, Heartstopper Forever, and A Year In London
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
RON JACOBS recommends an important book that enhances the oppositional theories put forth by Fanon and, in doing so, remakes psychology itself
Mrs Despard Gets My Vote
Nine Elms polling station, 14th December 1918
Truth told, I’m not savvy to the half
of what she says—but o what silver-
tongued fire she breathes! And what she’s done
for us Nine Elms lot is worthy of a saint.
There’s some as reckon
she’s earned her place in heaven
by mere fact of dwelling in our heaving
godforsaken corner of the globe.
And though she shows herself a lady
in her bearing, Mrs Despard ditched
all airs and graces long ago.
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ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event