Artful architects of hell

His Jolly Roger (Smokestack Books, 7.95) is an epic series of 12-line stanzas inspired by Hans Holbeins sixteenth-century woodcuts, The Dance of Death.

As in the Rolling Stones song Sympathy For The Devil, this Roger is a handsome devil, charming and powerful. Everyone is brought low by him the great and the good, the rich and the poor.

He hides in speak-your-weight machines, Nato bombing missions and a bag of Semtex: I am the bone to which all other bones/have bent. I am plastic. My grammar is I will. Words wear my terrorist explosives ... I scream outrage/in times unhearing amphitheatre. I will./Language within a world that lacks language moulds me the semtex architect of hell.

Howdens devil is a political survivor. Hes also a pornographer, merchant banker, democrat, humanist and the enemy of humanity.

Ribald, ironic and irreverent, he hands out justice and denounces greed and the abuses of power in an age where death is a statistic and everyone gets rogered: Fight the good fight for any tune you choose:/Courage and Honour, boys, the bugles blow /but stay away from me. I never lose.

Dante In The Laundrette (Smokestack Books, 7.95) is also set in hell the Third Circle, to be precise where it is always raining.

Never sleep with anyone who has more scars than you, warns outsider artist and disability arts activist Sean Burn in a book about historical scars, scarred landscapes and mental chains.

In this inferno, Lear is a council estate bully and Caedmon has been gender-reassigned and rehoused in a Newcastle tower block.

Meanwhile the poet is sitting contemplating the endless washing-cycles of hell: and im reading dante in the laundrette/ and gulls are so many carrier bags/spewed feral on wind and hurled through my/kingdom all towerblocks and tenements/churchless towers huddle in conspiracy/outsized car stereos for the taking tuned/permanently to uneasy listening by now/im reading our minds will go completely null/as badly worn smalls mediums larges spin/the polycotton mix no longer washing/just like his vowels at the jobless centre.

Tea With The Taliban (Smokestack Books, 7.95) is a book about the real and imagined warring tribes to which we all belong.

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Artful architects of hell