MATTHEW HAWKINS applauds a psychotherapist’s disection of William Blake

I LIVE in Edinburgh, the city of festivals, and am both a poet and a teacher of computing.
As a poet, I see young colleagues with great artistic talent ground down by the impossibility of living on their poetry, combined with precarious employment in dead-end warehouse or call-centre jobs that suck out their creativity.
And how many people really understand that the Edinburgh Fringe runs on an army of super-exploited young people on zero-hours contracts or, worse still, are hired as interns on expenses only? Or that the only substantial housing going up in this city is student flats, while the tenements students move out of are becoming AirBnB rentals?

RUTH AYLETT relishes poetry that explores the historical echoes to be heard in Alicante, last refuge of the Spanish Republican government


