Derwent May

Derwent May

Emails are a sphere of communication which is crying out for the imposition of regular form

Two poets on the pleasure of memory

Although at times the tone can seem ill-judged, Jon Stallworthy’s poems are full of sincere thought about war

John Fuller’s new volume of prose poems are grimmer and harder to read than his previous works

John Betjeman was a poet who knew how to work society

Two summer exhibitions present differing visions of civilisation

Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon should be remembered as soldiers who were brave enough to show us what war was really like 

Craig Raine’s collected essays, More Dynamite, is a collection that blows holes in fellow poets’ work, and ends leaving the poetry landscape very battered and bleak

The Tate’s chronological ‘hang’ of its pictures has ruffled some feathers but it means art lovers can now fly on their own wings

Twenty-four-hour news coverage should have ushered in a new age of investigative, in-depth journalism. Instead, it’s banal, repetitive and slack