The remembering business Today a truth was decided, | | Like marching ghosts, we rip seven centuries ago, that | | pages out of ourselves to tell you bread and wine could be | … Continue reading ‘The remembering business’ by Rishi Dastidar
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Two poems by Rishi Dastidar
The anniversary issue I am forglopned*, struggling to load, pixelated while walking down Wardour Street. Greying personalities with media hair pass me, talking about intertextuality and Paul Morley, while I pretend to be Eustace Tilley, the way you do with the anniversary issue. The queues queuing to get pancakes. beseech me instead to contemplate … Continue reading Two poems by Rishi Dastidar
‘Toad gives a lecture’ by Rishi Dastidar
Toad gives a lecture I vaulted the proscenium arch last night, a one-act show-stopper of my own stealing, featuring a throne of cool wrapped in chocolate velvet, the devastating transparency of Wilde translated by a firebrand Marxist with a fondness for the glottal stop, and a servant whose trousers fall down. That the room … Continue reading ‘Toad gives a lecture’ by Rishi Dastidar