After reading his New & Selected Poems, David Cooke admires the way that David Scott avoids tricks and consistently plays to his strengths
Take a spot of Rattigan (middle class English repression), add a spoonful of Coward (secret lives) and Priestley (outsider who overturns the apple cart) then a decisive twist of Welsh bohemian a la Dylan Thomas and what do you have? A rediscovered 1950s domestic drama that rings all sorts of contemporary bells, Emlyn Williams’s(…)
Hannah Lowe’s new poetry chapbook is a powerful blend of information and imagination, says Thomas Ovans
Wildfire gives us a contemporary run-down of a police force, the Met, where the pressures of having to respond to an increasingly violent society corrode even the most idealistic of recruits.
The Frida Kahlo of Penge West is a two-woman show about an egocentric actor’s determination to put on a one-woman show about the famous surrealist Mexican artist.
John Forth observes that Ian McEwen makes poetry out of some unlikely material.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream (As You Like It), after William Shakespeare, Barbican. Review by Julia Pascal.
Perhaps the most tedious part of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream is the Pyramus and Thisbe interlude but director Dmitry Krymov has made it a wonderful spectacle of surrealism and circus.
Rosie Johnston finds that Sarah Salway’s poetic guide to the gardens of Kent is a book to be enjoyed both indoors and outdoors.
Paul McLoughlin admires the substance as well as the style of Adrian Caesar’s poetry
Matisse’s original idea of producing this cut and paste art form in the 1940s, was a major breakthrough in minimalism. The genius of a great artist is to make complex work in a simple way.
Mavis Staples is an icon of the civil rights movement and her music is born of the gospel movement. Her voice is raspy. Her presence is gutsy.
Two young stars were seen at Carnegie Hall tonight as they offered an eclectic programme.There is an easy camaraderie between Itamar Zorman and the equally gifted pianist Kwan Yi which transmits across the hall.
Chris Beckett finds himself wanting more from Julia Bird’s idiosyncratic menu of poetry subjects and styles