20th Century

Of Poetics and Politics

How do you like your Poetry? Richly allusive, with detectable rhythm, a certain musicality about it? Or do you prefer a stripped-down, unembellished terseness-to-the-point-of-inarticulacy, a Tacitean, telegraphic brevity? Whichever, preference is yours, would you consider [more…]



She’d been eyeing me shrewdly, from the moment I’d sat down. ‘You can twiddle your thumbs, and put on a ‘butter wouldn’t melt face’, for all you’re worth…’ my pained expression was not even worth [more…]


Pale Hands 5

After a while, as it was getting lighter and lighter, I said, ‘I must ask your father’s permission.’ She nodded. ‘And there’s a couple of other phone-calls I must make.’ Then I slid my left [more…]