Monthly Archives: June 2015

Why I left London

In those last hours before I left London I wandered aimlessly marvelling at this vast cultural mix wondering why I had decided to turn my back on this great city, this cultural hub, in order to allow me to record the … Continue reading

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PRESS RELEASE: No comment on the media stories

I have issued this press statement to confirm that I will not comment on the media stories that have suggested that being six foot five in height makes me ineligible to be a public representative for the association for the advancement … Continue reading

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further lines on the judgments in the failed prosecution in HMA v Coulson

The perma-tanned perjurer’s fluorescent With rage, not sunbed iridescence As courts have rendered him incandescent Deciding the Crown should have had more sense Than prosecute based on evidence Obtained by one with no lessons In procedural rules of relevance. So when Coulson … Continue reading

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lines on Craig Raine’s response in the New Statesman to tweeted critical comment of a poem it had taken two years to get published in the London Review of Books

Raine thinks he was treated like a war criminal If so, such commentary was subliminal.

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Chris Riddell

The children’s laureate is one of those great ideas you can be forgiven for thinking had been around for longer. The brainchild of Ted Hughes and Michael Morpurgo the central idea is simple: A writer or illustrator (or both) who will promote children’s literature, … Continue reading

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A hastily written topical poem on the successful no case to answer plea in the celebrated case of HMA v Coulson

In HMA against Coulson When legal argument was done The judge ruled to Tommy’s fury “Not every lie is perjury”.

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Some thoughts on reading poems by Craig “Martian” Raine

I read a lengthy poem by Craig Raine. I clearly won’t be doing that again. All those Martian metaphors seemed quite vague And not as perceptive as Norman MacCaig.

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A new poem by Craig Raine

I was playing badminton with Harold Pinter When by the side of the court I saw her There Wearing clothes and stuff With her hair And her face And her body And her legs And those shoes With those bits … Continue reading

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