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
I’m haunted still by my cowardice, my silence
that long-lost morning when my fellow student,
flaunting a newspaper,
said loudly, in her clipped white-South African accent,
‘I think that girl should be shot through the head’.
I should have snapped back, ‘Helen, that’s disgusting!’
and, when she expressed incredulity, should have said,
‘I don’t want to listen to your sadistic fantasies.
I’m not shocked by that poor girl, I’m shocked by you’.
Would we have actually fought each other? Two
young women scuffling in that respectable common room?
I edged away from her, and no one was shot.
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
by Christopher Norris
by Clare Evans
by Widad Nabi


