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Poet, essayist, dancer, performance artist....

A CHAPERONE

Posted on December 23, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

The monkeys are in among the mangoes. As for the lovely one, she is emerging from Under the trees, the trees laden with mangoes And monkeys.  She’s ambling out of the grove   Bearing the nail marks left by the … Continue reading →

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THE BOBOS OF MACRON

Posted on December 17, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  The Bobos never man the barricades or burn the town. They’re unimpressed by crowds that weaken one’s identity. The very verb ‘to man’ offends their feminist vocabulary. What matters more, to them, is ridding us of fossil fuels, Wicked … Continue reading →

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THE MORTUARY OF ART

Posted on December 17, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  To wander through this mortuary of art Underneath a flyover at Clignancourt Is sad not solemn – unlike Père Lachaise – For this is where the unmemorable makes its unsung exit.   Bland landscapes on hardboard, lifeless drawings From … Continue reading →

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Statius: Silvae

Posted on November 22, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

STATIUS: SILVAE Sleep, Silence’ child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief opprest; Lo, by thy charming rod all breathing things … Continue reading →

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UNTITLED ABSTRACTIONS

Posted on November 6, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

    Click this link for details of a new exhibition at The Room By Sadiq Toma. Wednesday 5th December 2018-Tuesday 5th February 2019  Private View – Tuesday 4th December 2018 6pm – 9pm

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The Ancients

Posted on October 18, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

THE ANCIENTS My career began with an entrechat huit. Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet, Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim Who was once a neuro-physicist Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist Who can do a U-turn through a … Continue reading →

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POETRY READINGS TO CELEBRATE GREY SUIT EDITIONS – Poetry at the Room – Oct 11.

Posted on September 9, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

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POETRY At The Room Thursday 11 October 2018 – at 7.30 at The Room, 33 Holcombe Road, Tottenham Hale, London N17 9AS 7.30 pm. Special GREY SUIT launch addition – for Dialysis Days by Hugo Williams, a new…

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The Magnitsky Act; Behind the Scenes

Posted on August 21, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

Bill Browder is one of the most vehement US critics of Russia. He made a huge amount of money in Russia after the end of the Soviet Union. Basically he is an oligarch. So from after Glasnost to Putin kicking … Continue reading →

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We Live in a Nuthouse

Posted on August 20, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

  Brilliant piece in Hyperallergic.  Click here for this Studs Terkel/Zero Mostel interview posted by Karen Schiff.

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SHAME

Posted on August 16, 2018 by anthonyhowelljournal

So how would you translate “Dommage”? The town is closed, remorselessly. Only the tourists arrive. Erroneously migrating birds Landing on a mirage, They go to roost among gargoyles Because the quays refuse To open up their mouldering lids For these … Continue reading →

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