Chris Kerr
Stop Motion
There is still a place for the Poet Laureate in our society. Poetry makes the transition from something private to something that can be appreciated more widely when it strikes, like that errant ‘sun-shaft’, upon emotions and experiences that are in some sense universal, or in other words, human.
Comedy fired by dark sparks
When Lance hoists three grudging members of the audience onto the stage to act out the wailing household he is describing, the effect is that of a Sacha Baron Cohen comedy: at once hilarious and excruciatingly embarrassing to witness. It is certainly brave.
The steely progression of entropy
For me, the city of Florence means the Renaissance. For Simon Barraclough, it means Hannibal. In his debut collection, Los Alamos Mon Amour, culture as we know it has been annihilated by an atom bomb, specifically one designed at the eponymous US laboratory.
