I’m performing at the Stoke Newington Literary Festival tomorrow (Sunday 9th June) at 5.15pm in the Budvar Marquee. Here’s a poem. THE DISS PERSISTS For are we not a cruel race?I’m told that often,By people who are cruelWho make a virtue of their viciousnessIn the way only the truly callous canWho then turn around and […]
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So pleased to have received such sweet encouragement from Wilko Johnson for my poetry book, Reaching for my Gnu. (When I hear the word “culture”, I reach for my gnu.) I’ve uploaded the video again at full quality as my camera struggles in low light. Thank you, Wilko. x Anna plays the Stoke Newington Literature
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My review of Yellow Face in the Morning Star 4 stars Tuesday 28 May 2013 by Anna Chen Yellow Face Park Theatre, London N4 This smart and savvy comedy delivers a knock-out blow to any still-entrenched belief in certain crepuscular crannies of theatre land that east Asians can’t produce culture. Racism no longer has an
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POMPEII, HERCULANEUM AND ICE AGE ART In the cultural whirl that’s been my life this past week, I’ve seen not only the sold-out sexily titled Life and Death: Pompeii and Herculaneum exhibition (on until 29 September), I also caught Ice Age Art now in its final weeks: both at the British Museum. Some of the
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Quasi gal, quasi Byronic. It’s official — I write like the poetry dudes of old. I’m delighted and a bit stunned to read a wonderful review of my poetry collection, Reaching for my Gnu, in today’s Morning Star, written by writer and revolutionary teacher Chris Searle. Chris says of my poetry: “… a strange rendezvous of language,
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The Arrest of Ai WeiweiHampstead Theatre, London NW3 If martial arts functions by using your opponents’ weight against them, then artist Ai Weiwei must be the Bruce Lee of annoying the hell out of the Chinese government. He’s transformed dissidence into performance art, rendering him embarrassingly effective in resisting official persecution. Howard Brenton’s play The
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