MARIA DUARTE, FIONA O’CONNOR and ANDY HEDGECOCK review Savage House, Enzo, Madfabulous, and Erupcja
Macbeth
Ross Sutherland
Once the body was split from the head,
which part of the corpse was still called Macbeth?
A gangster is found dissolved in a bath,
where passes his debts? All those breaths
of brickdust inhaled at St Peter’s Basilica
so what, am I blessed? Face like a Bafta,
I once told a man I was turned on by voting booth
curtains. That given half a chance, I’d sex
the box where Schrödinger’s Cat once was
or was not. Maybe I only half-said it in jest.
What’s a guy got to do for an Aztec death?
Kill a dog to go with me. On the form of my flesh,
tick here if you want to remember me.
Best,
SETH SANDRONSKY recommends a production that looks back at the political Tinseltown in the mid-1970s when US cinema ‘didn’t pander to trends’
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
by Widad Nabi
SETH SANDRONSKY savours a personal account of the life and thought of the great Italian revolutionary


