He stands out like a rock in a river: clear, stark and unmoving, as the waters rush around him and vanish.
Brexit is the trampoline upon which Boris Johnson thinks he can bounce his 17-stone self into Number 10 Downing Street.
“His defence of bankers’ greed is Bullingdon morality, pure and simple.”
Right now we are becoming a sick society – sick with xenophobia, anti-migrant paranoia and unacknowledged racism.
It’s a strange and difficult process, losing a biological father who gave you half your DNA, but who you only met a handful of times.
Heathcote’s intuitions and intentions had a habit of getting into the bloodstream of our culture after he himself came up with new ones.
Over 50 million people are on the move. Instead of building walls and fences to keep them out, imagine there were no borders.
Migrants are not intruders, outsiders or interlopers, but valuable and valued members of British society and local communities.
Bees are eusocial – Meaning their life is ordered for the benefit of everyone in the hive. Man’s society is largely anti-social. A kleptocracy.
Extracted from Royal Babylon: the Criminal Record of the British Monarchy. An investigative poem by Heathcote Williams.
The State is the first serious attempt on television to imagine what attracts people to one of the most horrific political movements in modern times.
One by one the British queen, her family, and many of their predecessors are laid out on a kind of poetic vivisecting table.
Once again, war ‘out there’ has brought terror to the streets of an innocent and peaceful city ‘over here’ in an act of barbarism and cruelty.
It is difficult to ignore the fact that the EU referendum has empowered and legitimised the worst elements in UK society.
In death it has become a testament to the folly of man, more deserving of derision than the Dodo.
If there is one thing that can pull a failing president out of the fire and give him credibility, it’s a war, the bigger the better.