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
You paid your debt your to the Great Universal,
Ticking the box to say you no longer wished to be a representative,
And you walked out, in a patent leather, eagerly anticipated,
Excellent value for you shoe, through the front door this time,
Carrying your mother’s packed away sadness,
In a matching pair of brand new suitcases for every occasion,
Full of qualifications to be somewhere else.
Then you slipped in to an empty seat on an empty bus,
Like a popped in pear-drop, from a shared quarter,
Passed between mother and daughter,
Sat on the sofa, staring at the telly,
Yelling bad jokes at the soaps,
Her stroking your hair
And hoping.
Nadia Drews is a Poetry on the Picketline regular, whose old mum lives on the Roman Road in London.
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
Fiery words from the Bard in Blackpool and Edinburgh, and Evidence Based Punk Rock from The Protest Family
ANDY CROFT rallies poets to the impossible task of speaking truth to a tin-eared politician
MIKE QUILLE applauds an excellent example of cultural democracy: making artworks which are a relevant, integral part of working-class lives


