Power and Conflict

• Ozymandias is a character in a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, known for the line "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
• London is a poem by William Blake, known for the line "In every voice, in every ban, / The mind-forged manacles I hear"
• Extract from the Prelude is a poem by William Wordsworth, known for the line "Small circles glittering idly in the moon"
• My Last Duchess is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, / Looking as if she were alive."
• Charge of the Light Brigade is a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, known for the line "Into the jaws of Death, / Into the mouth of Hell"
• Exposure is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "Our brains ache in the merciless iced east winds that knive us…"
• Storm on the Island is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale"
• Bayonet Charge is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, known for the line "Bullets smacking the belly out of the air"
• Cold clockwork of the stars and the nations is a line from the poem "The Cold Within" by Robert Service.
• Then the shot-slashed furrows threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame is a line from the poem "Bayonet Charge" by Ted Hughes
• The reader’s eyeballs prick with tears.
• The Emigree is described as a bright filled paperweight, possibly sick with tyrants, branded by an impression of sunlight.
• Checking Out Me History involves bandaging up the eye with one’s own history, blindness to one’s own identity.
• Kamikaze is described as a shaven head full of powerful incantations, dark shoals of fishes flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun.
• Remains: tosses his guts back into his body
• War Photographer: Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands, which did not tremble then but seem to now.
• Tissue: may fly our lives like paper kites
• A war photographer’s only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass.
• Remains: not left for dead in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land.
• The person is on the ground, sort of inside out.
• Tissue is described as the sun shining through their borderlines, the marks that rivers make, roads, railtracks, mountainfolds.
• The Emigree: My city takes me dancing through the city of walls.
• The remains of a person are probably armed, possibly not.
• Poppies: leaned against the door like a wishbone, hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind.
• Poppies I was brave, as I walked with you, to the front door, threw it open, the world overflowing like a treasure chest.
• War Photographer: fields which don’t explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat.
• King, honour, human dignity, etcetera are dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm.