DOUGLAS FIELD relishes the hard-boiled language, satire and humour of the third and last of the Harlem trilogy
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Human Resources
By Alastair Mcleish
STEPHANIE BROWN draws attention to the hidden labour of the female embroiderers, and how a 19th century replica made no such error
MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
ANDY HEDGECOCK, MARIA DUARTE and ANGUS REID review Synthetic Sincerity, Our Hero, Balthazar, Heartstopper Forever, and A Year In London
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
RON JACOBS recommends an important book that enhances the oppositional theories put forth by Fanon and, in doing so, remakes psychology itself
Eyes like a whippet’s balls
HR man does his roll call,
Since Friday he’s been gunning
To hit this morning running.
A long, morose weekend
He’ll never recommend,
Confesses all day Sunday
To wishing it was Monday.
His live team-building shows
Mock Sisyphus’s throes,
How he took his labour ill
With his boulder on that hill.
For by HR’s broad shoulder,
He would have loved that boulder,
Can’t slavery be a ball?
All for one, and one for all?
Of course, we’d never praise
Chillaxed, enlightened ways,
Or make a futile fuss
At how HR belittles us,
(We’re losers, punks, dead-ends
Sluggards, nine-to-five’s friends)
To us, a pinch of salt
No point in finding fault,
Like Death, we can’t o’erthrow
A team-building road show.
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