Old FoodEd Atkins From one of the most lauded artists of his generation comes a purging soliloquy: a profound nowt delivered in some spent afterwards. Scorched by senility and nostalgia, and wracked by all kinds of hunger, Ed Atkins Old Food lurches from allegory to listicle, from lyric to menu, fetching up a plummeting, idiomatic and crabbed tableau from the cannibalised remains of each form in turn. Written in conjunction with Atkins exhibition of the same

Ardour is a dialogue with Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib’s (c

Most of Tu Fu’s best poems were written in the last decade of his life

In this way

Linton Kwesi Johnson

almost arbitrary in its liberties

of hoe ik mijn huid verloor en Voor mij alleen (in samenwerking met Lies Colman en Koen Broos)

” to Lavinia’s spilling forth of red language

1901 en 1903 ontstonden

me with the others

(Hilda Doolittle)

part restless meditation on love and identity

maar zo ongecompliceerd is dat begin maar zelden