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EP Review: Modern Woman – Dogs Fighting In My Dream
Online music editor Tom Bosher reviews debut EP of post-punk band Modern Woman.
Harnessing Poetry Prescriptions in a Time of Loneliness
Harnessing Poetry Prescriptions in a Time of Loneliness Charlotte Dent uncovers the healing powers of ‘prescriptive poetry’ and the value it has during during times of isolation and loneliness Last week, I had a discussion with a friend about therapy. His distaste for it was palpable. “Friends give better advice than therapists, the professionals are […]
What role does art play in a pandemic?
Rhian Hutchings shares her view on the importance of art in a time of crisis.
In Review: RAZZ Spoken Word Night 2
Amelia Gregory reviews RAZZ’s Spoken Word Night
Black Men Walking at Northcott Theatre
Katie Worrell reviews ‘Black Men Walking”s ‘Poetry, Passion and Politics’ at Northcott Theatre.
The Art of Instagram
Instagram is one of the most popular social media apps used to either show to your friends what you’re currently doing with your life or to start a blog. But it has also rapidly become a platform to express yourself, to share your art with a wider public. Whether this expression be through poetry, photography, […]
Big Money and The Arts
The Booker Prize Foundation has lost a £1.6 million sponsorship deal with London-based hedge fund managers, The Man Group. Despite the Foundation’s grace under pressure, this is a huge deal in the literary world. In a statement, Thomas Keneally, winner of the prize in 1982, called the chaos a ‘climactic change in over the book […]
Live Review: Hobo Johnson & the Lovemakers @ Bristol O2
Bristol is the waviest city in England, and home to a large portion of its freaks. On Saturday 22 January, every single beautiful one, of the hundreds who showed up to the O2 Academy to see Hobo Johnson, came dressed to play. Even the guy in his leaver’s hoodie. At a gig. Imagine. All over […]
The air it breathes of candles burned
The air it breathes of candles burned, Of crimson gold and tinselled dew, Where’er I walk the scent it soothes My crystal flakes like snow unturned. We sit as five and promptly feast On Christmas roast and turkey crisp, And I lay back upon your arm, Suckling the milk of your warm hand. […]