Under the Stars
Federico Beltran Masses: Under the Stars, Stair Sainty Gallery, London, February 10 – March 24, 2016 ‘I arrive in London…
Polyphemus
There were good Cyclopes, and had this particular Cyclops not turned mean after decades of living alone in the…
Pictish Beast
There is a beast swimming in the belly of the earth, crouched in the salt-water of waiting. It slithered…
Response to Finding a Fossil at Writhlington Coal Batches
A Fossil (a Fern) on Writhlington Batches Re-Take (Pt.II) Time not as we know it but another time quite skilled…
Raw Colour in Dulwich
Painting Norway: Nikolai Astrup, Dulwich Picture Gallery, until 15 May 2016 I wished . . . to wash myself in…
In the Corridor & other poems
In the Fall “You’re not going in there – ?” I turned but there was no passage on waking.…
Libertarian Disposition
The Prose Factory: Literary Life in England Since 1918, D. J. Taylor, Chatto & Windus, 528pp, 2016, £25 (hardcover)…
The Last Hangman
An Extract. His signature trick was to light a cheroot, and to leave it In the condemned cell’s ashtray…
Masterplan
I will not travel tonight. Toward dawn a star In Andromeda will abruptly Die, but the world and his…
The Potency of Myth
James Connolly: My Search for the Man, the Myth and His Legacy by Sean O’Callaghan, Century, 336pp, £18.99 (hardback) Sean…
Fascicle 41
Winner of The London Magazine Short Story Competition 2016. Sometime between 1858 and 1864, Emily Dickinson embarked upon her self-publishing…
Resonant Quality
Openwork, Poetry and Prose by André du Bouchet, translated by Paul Auster & Hoyt Rogers, Yale University Press, 368pp,…
Art in the Kitchen Sink
John Bratby: Everything but the Kitchen Sink, including the Kitchen Sink, Jerwood Gallery, Hastings, until 17th April, 2016 The past…
Horticultural Flamboyance
Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse, Royal Academy of Arts, London, until 10th April 2016 ‘Painting the Modern Garden’…
My London by Tristram Fane Saunders
Home is a box on Coppermill Lane, caught in the crosshairs of Walthamstow High Street and Blackhorse Road. It’s a…
Redefining Chivalry
Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the…
Informing Beauty: Kathleen Raine
Once in a while you read a book that sets off an electric charge inside you. Usually it coheres…
In Search of a Literary Life
Every year, with the anti-climatic regularity of the cuckoo clock’s chirp, another gaggle of English graduates is turned loose…
Remembering John McGahern
March 2016 sees the tenth anniversary of John McGahern’s death. Author of six novels, three stand-alone collections of short…
They Who Surround
The story my grandfather told of how he and my grandmother would walk further and further into the woods,…
The Village: Past & Present
In the years before WW1, Greenwich Village developed a reputation as a bohemian neighborhood with low rents, picturesque, meandering…
About my Father
I drove down to Chislehurst to clear his room, after he died. He’d not been there long, in that…
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