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Poets’ Tales

  Death Comes for the Poets, Matthew Sweeney & John Hartley Williams, Muswell Press, 314pp, £12 (paperback) Foreigners, Drunks and…

One for the Dug-Out

  The Kraus Project, Jonathan Franzen, Fourth Estate, 318pp, £18.99, (Hardback) Anyone else made vaguely uneasy by the barrage of…

The Male Nude

  The Male Nude: Eighteenth-Century Drawings from the Paris Academy The Wallace Collection  24 October 2013 – 19 January 2014…

On The Wrong Side of History

  The Radetzky March, Joseph Roth, trans. Michael Hofmann, Granta 2013, 320pp, £9.99 (paperback) The Emperor’s Tomb, Joseph Roth, trans.…

Long After Macaulay

The ‘Georgians Revealed’ exhibition currently on at the British Library…

Poe and Me

  My introduction to Edgar Allan Poe came about courtesy of the twenty-volume Book of Knowledge, an American children’s encyclopaedia…

Unbound

Pele Cox’s dramatical production of ‘Unbound’ sees ‘the triangle of affection’ between Mary, Shelley and Byron…

My London

  This is the fourth in our series in which writers describe what London means to them. Caroline is the author…

Madonna and Child

  Don’t believe the lies: Joseph was a randy little sod. That’s why we had to leave, go back to…

Two Poems

  Rathke’s Pouch As you read Place the tip of your tongue Against the roof of your mouth Explore the…

Woman on an Island

  ‘Mes pensées les plus chères sont étrangères au monde, …’ – Francis Ponge: Drame de l’expression Envy the woman…

Two Poems

  Cows Looking Out to Fastnet Rock To the very edge, they pit body strength and camouflage against the storm…

The Fridges of Ghosts

  are tall and slim. They do not smell of anything – no bacteria grow in yoghurt pots nor chicken…

Cycle

  You believe in leaves, their spiky decay, in each damp imprint you find signs the light is a moment…

Two Poems

Aaah Still too winter a night to be lingering but off the track, beyond the shrubbery, these two are struggling,…

Priesteen

  He’d watched from the kitchen window as the disembarking passengers made their way from the pier, some of the…

SaltWater

Tobacco The taste of tobacco filled his mouth and made it water. Jim spat, and he felt ready for the…

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