Poem: Vogue

Vogue Whitney Houston, Eartha Kitt Gladys Knight and Bessie Smith. Ellen, Björk, and Britney Jean on the cover of a magazine. George Eliot, Austen, Jane Intellectuals, eternal fame. Nicki Raps, Madonna’s grand Beyonce and Babs Streisand They have style, they have grace Nichelle Nichols explored space. Michelle Obama, Malala too, Hillary Clinton, we love you ! Ladies with an attitude Women that are in the … Continue reading Poem: Vogue

REVIEW: Call Me By Your Name – Andre Aciman

Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman My rating: 5 of 5 stars A universal and beautifully real novel which runs along so easily and wonderfully. Narrated by Elio, the younger of the two, you feel his fears, the thrill of his growing obsession with Oliver and, at moments, his fantasies made real. The novel has a few differences to the film (which is … Continue reading REVIEW: Call Me By Your Name – Andre Aciman

REVIEW: Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen My rating: 5 of 5 stars I love Austen. Her wit and wry humour is something I have enjoyed immensely for a number of years. Knowing her other novels well, this one does have a slightly different atmosphere and tone at moments. For the first half of the book, it feels very much like a standard Austen, a witty comedy … Continue reading REVIEW: Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen

Poet On Pop: Saturday Night by Whigfield

Dee Dee na nah nah nah naaaah!  I have long been a lover of a Scandinavian bop with a melancholic streak. Searching back in my history, Saturday Night may have been one of the first that I truly loved. It’s not just the catchy beats and the repetitive lyrics, it was the simplistic (but oddly iconic) video and the incredibly involved and energetic dance routine … Continue reading Poet On Pop: Saturday Night by Whigfield

Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music

    “I am naked as a tablecloth, my nerves humming”   I walk up and down Tottenham Court Road finding lunch options slim. I discover when I arrive at a usually dependable last resort lunch spot that the whole shop has been gutted, emptied, even the sign taken off the outside. Peering inside, I press my face to the glass like a nosy child. … Continue reading Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music