Birds prefer trees with dead branches…. They have complete vistas from where they perch. They can take off in any direction.

Ma Yongbo reading ‘Pegasus Rising’ by Helen Pletts, played, at Future Karaoke, Cambridge Poetry Festival, before Helen read ...

Last night peace killed a few more. The fire-engine-morning rushes the red, and in the cinder and debris a boy finds the toy ...

For me, the only fresh and falling fruit from the Millenium Dome Was a Peter Gabriel album (OVO). Otherwise, it stood empty, ...

In Richard Cabut’s kinetic new book, Ripped Backsides, we are drawn into a maelstrom of memories, impressions, imprecations, ...

This isn’t to disparage rap or spoken word poetry (whose complex rhyming schemes can amaze) or those who wish to writer verse ...

They admonish, looking at the bar filled with patrons, busy with conversations in many languages; each table, boisterous; ...

If the newspapers and the wireless are to be believed, today is Father’s Day. It is by the by. If I were to hear from any of ...

Thom has used various electronica to manipulate his voice and effects, and Mark went back into a musical time-machine to obtain and use many old synthesisers from the 1950s and 60s. ‘Tall Tales’ is ...

A Liverpool poet called Adrian Henri.

Blessed be! It’s the April Rock ’n’ Roll Witch show and Zoë Howe has conjured a sparkling clutch of spring jewels for your listening pleasure as the days lengthen and the warmth returns – expect the ...

The image on the inner sleeve of a young naked ‘L.A.WOMAN’ crucified on a telephone pole only drives home the idea of the ...