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Poet, essayist, dancer, performance artist....

Statius: Silvae

STATIUS: SILVAE Sleep, Silence’ child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief opprest; Lo, by thy charming rod all breathing things … Continue reading

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UNTITLED ABSTRACTIONS

    Click this link for details of a new exhibition at The Room By Sadiq Toma. Wednesday 5th December 2018-Tuesday 5th February 2019  Private View – Tuesday 4th December 2018 6pm – 9pm

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The Ancients

THE ANCIENTS My career began with an entrechat huit. Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet, Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim Who was once a neuro-physicist Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist Who can do a U-turn through a … Continue reading

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POETRY READINGS TO CELEBRATE GREY SUIT EDITIONS – Poetry at the Room – Oct 11.

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POETRY At The Room Thursday 11 October 2018 – at 7.30 at The Room, 33 Holcombe Road, Tottenham Hale, London N17 9AS 7.30 pm. Special GREY SUIT launch addition – for Dialysis Days by Hugo Williams, a new…

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The Magnitsky Act – Behind the Scenes

Vimeo is the only way to watch The Magnitsky Act   Most Europeans don’t know what the Magnitsky Act is. Most Americans believe Obama was right to impose sanctions on Russia based on it. Turns out Obama was manipulated by … Continue reading

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We Live in a Nuthouse

  Brilliant piece in Hyperallergic.  Click here for this Studs Terkel/Zero Mostel interview posted by Karen Schiff.

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SHAME

  So how would you translate “Dommage”? The town is closed, remorselessly. Only the tourists arrive. Erroneously migrating birds Landing on a mirage, They go to roost among gargoyles Because the quays refuse To open up their mouldering lids For … Continue reading

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