PAUL DONOVAN applauds an intriguing multi-layered depiction, dominated by a stunning impersonation of Marilyn herself
RECENTLY I’ve taught a couple of classes on the history of spoken word. More particularly, I was brought in to discuss the ranting poetry of the '80s as part of a course.
Spoken word is in a healthy place and it’s starting to look back to where it came from. That’s certainly a good thing. What many find shocking is that there was spoken word before hip hop.
And this is more to do with the windowpane history of YouTube — we simply weren’t there on the interwebs because there wasn’t an interweb when the New Cross fire, the Special Patrol Group and the miners' strike were issues we were addressing and fighting, among many others. I’ve been making much of this available at standupandspit.wordpress.com. Some of it is even in colour.
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
Two inspring books — that’s your New Year’s musing from me on January 2 2026



