Wrestling Emily Dickinson

Hand on heart they pledge allegiance to a piece of cloth: to colour, pattern, line and shape,  to (what they do not see as) abstract art The...

Again, one thinks of Bacon, those figures in rooms devouring themselves, each other, the marks they are made from, paint slapped to canvas l...

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  It's no exaggeration to say that The Author Has Been Tweeting: A Graphic Poem, copies of which began shipping this very morning, repre...

 I have two habits, both bad, when it comes to my projects. The first, and probably the most annoying, is that of announcing I will do a thi...

 This is just a quick entry to let those of you still reading this know I am in fact still alive. My intention to try and write something, i...

Eggshells on a Butcher’s Flag For: Jarman, Rudkin, Gupta, Gray You tell me you have to walk on eggshells, and I wonder what eggshells you me...