GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
THE JANUARY issue of PN Review contains a hatchet job by Rebecca Watts that has got British poets taking sides.
Nothing unusual there, what is the poetry world without splits and divides? It’s worse than the left. PN Review was described by Simon Armitage as “the political wing of Carcanet Press” and, as much as the hip young poets like social meeja, Professor Plum loves the dagger in the library.
Watts went to both Oxford and Cambridge and those Marks & Spencer ready meals don’t pay for themselves. She takes umbrage at “amateur” poetry, in particular Hollie McNish, Kate Tempest and Rupi Kaur. Hers is basically an attack on “populism,” as she would have it, or access, as many a poet would have it.
DIANE WATT argues that while evidence of sex is not there, a 16th‑century lesbian poet could be Scotland’s answer to Gentleman Jack
CAL McBRIDE relishes the lyrical truth of an unstable identity in an over-tidy and conventional social realist treatment
Two inspring books — that’s your New Year’s musing from me on January 2 2026
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry


