CHRIS SEARLE welcomes a startling vision of contemporary Newport from a veteran photographer of the British working class
Standing is the Apples to Sitting’s Oranges
Mark Burnhope
On the Diamond Jubilee debacle
pink-suited Elton John sings:
I’m still standing but the thing is
he isn’t. Note: the stool buckling under
his gravitas. Every band member stands
but the drummer, or everything before
the jam – cool, measured – is butchered.
Standing is staring, greenly, at the fence
Elton croons subliminally, bids me to climb
higher towards the heights he frequents,
employ unprecedented levels of sleeping
muscle. I rise from the sofa, open
the curtain, jot down our encounter’s gist
as furiously, and frankly, as I can:
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
SYLVIA HIKINS recommends a fascinating, revealing, superbly acted evening of theatre
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
WILL STONE applauds a comprehensive survey of love in its many moods and musical forms


