To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
“TIM WELLS is made of reggae, lager top, pie and mash and Leyton Orient FC.”
That’s my biog. I’ve long held that a biog is a list of apologies. When I read ’em in magazines and hear ’em at readings I just hear a litany of: “I’m sorry I went to school at… I’m sorry I’ve been published in… I’m sorry I was listed for…”
Even the Morning Star’s own, frequently sparkling, Well Versed column has occasionally lost its fizz by publishing a biog that’s longer than the accompanying poem.
MATTHEW HAWKINS relishes the literary output of autistic writers, and recommends its insight to readers both including and beyond the community themselves
TONY FOX reports from a commemoration of the legendary Battle of Jarama in which four Stockton-on-Tees volunteers fell
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
From sexual innuendo about Blackpool Rock to Bob Dylan’s ‘God-almighty world,’ the corporation’s classist moral custodianship of pop music has created a roll call of censored artists anyone would feel honoured to join, writes NICK MATTHEWS


