WILL STONE is frustrated by a performance that chooses to garble the lyrics and drown the songs in reverb
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Poem for Hind Rajab
by Merryn Williams
RITA DI SANTO points out the social experience of exploitation and oppression that inform the popular winners at this year’s festival
PETER MASON is tickled by a new book and exhibition that mine the rotten anachronism of the monarchy for laughs
A Nazi zeppelin whodunnit, death amidst detoxification, a twistaholic’s delight, and noir fiction for criminals
STEVE JOHNSON salutes the mellifluous tones and clear-minded political message of a uniquely relevant Birmingham-born singer-songwriter
STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
TOM STONE urges you to catch the last dates of a New York singer/songwriter, never afraid to challenge her audiences musically or politically
The crime did not go unrecorded.
The phone link worked, her voice was heard.
She found the fame she never wanted;
her picture rockets round the world.
Yet still her mother can’t accept it;
the voice survives, the child is gone.
The days stack up; what happened, happened.
And consolation? There is none.
Merryn Williams is an Oxford-based poet. She has published four volumes of poetry. She edited Poems for Jeremy Corbyn (Shoestring 2016).
Poetry submissions to thursdaypoems@gmail.com.
