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
As Pete Shelley sang, Boredom
is counter-revolutionary.
Run, Leithers! The old world is behind you!
Expel the policeman from your head.
All power to the Imagination!
The landlords are homeless.
The bankers’ laments are derivative
of songs whose time has run out.
The corporate lawyers plead guilty
on behalf of their clients.
We are realists. We only demand the Impossible!
We will organise sit-ins in your souls, occupations
in the margins of your ledgers.
When the last neoliberal is strangled with the last copy of the Daily Mail
When the Granton campus dreamers twin with Gaza’s colonised streets
When the last establishment entryist is exposed
When the spectacle’s final reel unspools in nude ignominy
the noonday underground will emerge from its slumbers.
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
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years
From nuclear bomb storage in the 1950s to surveillance flights over Gaza today, the Cyprus base has enabled seven decades of machinations so heinous that Starmer once blurted out ‘we can’t tell the world’ what goes on there, writes NUVPREET KALRA


