Light my fire
The Brighton Festival begins today. It’s middlebrow shit. What isn’t already middlebrow shit stinks of the middlebrow shit surrounding it.
There’s also the festival fringe, which seems to be a little less shit. Some of it is based in Charleston, the country pad of the Bloomsbury set and abode of Virginia Woolf, and also in Lewes, Sussex’s county town famous for burning Protestants alive in 1556.
But not all: the poet James Fenton appears at Lewes Town Hall tonight. The site quotes him: “The voice is raised, and that is where poetry begins”. What utter shit. Got any matches?
Other Splinters posts of interest:
- Brighton Festival books
- Is It Just Me Or Is Everything Shit?
- Weekend miscellany
- Up Close And Personal If you want to come face …
- "Kylie snarls up traffic"
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