POETRY, POLITICS, PROVOCATION AND POPULAR CULTURE SINCE 2005 - 16 YEARS AND over 4 million visits - British Library-archived
Melita Hume Poetry Prize Shortlist: #2 JASON ENG HUN LEE
Jason Eng Hun Lee, MHPP Shorlisted
Jason Eng Hun Lee was
born in the UK
in 1984. He is a co-ordinator of the OutLoud and Joyce is Not Here poetry
groups in Hong Kong and has featured regularly
in the Man Hong Kong International Literary Festival. He has published poems
and reviews in the U.K., Singapore and Hong Kong,
was nominated by Cha for a Pushcart Prize and
his first collection was a finalist for the inaugural HKU Poetry Prize in 2010.
He has an English MA from Leeds and is
due to complete a doctoral thesis at The University of Hong Kong on
contemporary twenty-first century literature.
Since I do like some popular culture, and I understand the need for exuberance and light-hearted joy in life, it feels churlish to review a Coldplay album with too much gravity. However, three things have arisen in connection to the new album, that require comment. The first is the use of the Brian Eno card (genius producer reinventing a band's sound); the second is the general response so far from reviewers, which has tended to suggest the album is so-so (a three star state) but no barn-burner; and the third is the idea that bands like Coldplay are, in any meaningful way, able to finetune, or even transform, their "sound" - raising the critical issue, can style be more than fashion, can style be purposeful? I think it can be ( Talking Heads had sonic shifts of note; as did The Beatles ; as did Scott Walker ). Well, firstly, Eno's mainly a hack by now. His works such as My Life in the Bush of Ghosts are masterful, and significant. His work with U2 was formative.
This blog will write more about Michael Horovitz soon - he was a wonderful, funny, entertaining, intelligent, generous and visionary poet and a significant part of the British poetry scene post-war. His death is sad and a true loss, but his spirit and many projects and poems will live on.
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