'So the club rose, the blood came down, and his bitterness and his anguish and his guilt were compounded'Drawing on Baldwin's own experiences of prejudice in an America violently divide...
'But no, she's abstract, is a birdOf sound in the air of air soaring,And her soul sings unencumberedBecause the song's what makes her sing.'Dramatic, lyrical and rangi...
Sadder than salad.From apples to artichokes, these glittering, fragmented, painterly portraits of food by the avant-garde pioneer Gertrude Stein are redolent of sex, laughter and the jo...
'If I think about it, and I have the time and inclination and capacity to do so, we dogs are an odd lot.'How does a dog see the world? How do any of us? In this playful and enigmatic st...
'The alphabet ofthe treesis fading in thesong of the leaves'Filled with bright, unforgettable images, the deceptively simple work of William Carlos Williams revo...
Pip switches identities, sexes and centuries in this punk, fairytale reimagining of Charles Dickens's original Great Expectations. Both familiar and unfamiliar, our orphaned narrator is transp...