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Doctor Who 50th Anniversary: An Adventure in Space and Time; Doctor Who: ‘The Day of the Doctor’; The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot; Culture Show Special: ‘Me, You & Doctor Who’

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At the first youth borough brass band event

I, at eleven, attended (in ’91

This, eighteen months after the beeb, intent

On ‘Eldorado’, had told the show begone),

Big Jonny Black (to whose Joseph I later

Would Pharaoh play), having clocked me as mild

& shy fixed upon my ‘Timewyrm’ adventure,

& asked, mockingly, if I’d a ‘Doctor Who’ mind.

‘No,’ I said, ’for I hail not from the Kasterborous

Constellation, for I am not a time wanderer,

For I am not nine-hundred-&-fifty-three-plus,

Nor have two hearts, low temperature.’ Cool, huh?

This week was no vindication of that defence,

But shows the world’s caught my early good sense.

(Source: nerdist.com)

As You Like It, Theatre Royal Newcastle, November 2013

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I think I’ve seen, in Pippa Nixon, one

Of the great Rosalinds; certainly the best

I’ve known. For her Ganymede teeters on

A believable brink of Arden sex

As lover, not – as some R’s are – as grand

Orchestrator of the upside-downing

World of the green. Her passion takes in hand,

Her super Orlando leaves upstanding.

It excels, this production, in swerve;

Re-revealing the oddness of a play

Which sometimes fits processional berths,

A tread through five acts, a ceremon-ay,

Revived with joyous rave May Herne-down

Made by the mistress shepherd sister clown.

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High Rise, by JG Ballard; Doctor Who: ‘The Happiness Patrol’

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There was a phase, towards the eighties’ end

When ‘Who’ reclaimed, if not its heights, then some

Of its Tom Baker pulse. It took SF trends

From Ballard, Gaiman, Moore, as it had done

With Hammer years before. I was a child

& remain fond of these. Though execution

Can rightly be criticised, my junior mind

Revelled in image & imagination.

Reading Ballard’s Marxian-Darwinian

Fable last month (pub. some thirteen annos

Pre-Patrol), more than ever the grand notion

Of Who seems to be to slice ideas, take goes

At feeding them to childish minds, with wit,

Humour, & sets, monsters a little bit sh­––.

(Source: moviegoods.com)

NOT A SONNET REVIEW: Autobiography, by Morrissey; My Autobiography, by Sir Alex Ferguson

I don’t feel any need to read you now,

Or send my coin towards your advances,

For the papers, with their blanket glances,

Have digested on my behalf: & how!

Ten things we learned! With Joyce & Rourke the rows!

With Travis, Trader, another. Lances

Beckham, the Ferg, & Ruud. Olive branches

Not for Keane or Wenger. Live Blog! Go! Pow!

It beggars mind that folk shell out, these days,

For book itself, or rights to serialise,

For the writing, likely nothing special,

The stories well chowed down in laze

Of bullets, lists. Thank you, the press, my eyes

& time saved from reading work more glacial. 

(Source: thebarebearlair.blogspot.co.uk)

Continuum, Netflix

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Vancouver set as well as shot reveals

A city not unlike The Killing’s home:

Broad river, chrome & glass. The show appeals

Like a clever US network show, a neat roam

Through some X-Files themes & supporting cast,

Plus a Canadian bend in Anonymous,

In Occupy directions, with clever blasts

Of gamer-lore, of scientistic geekinous.

Though, like the show above mentioned, one feels

Too soon it gives itself to uber arc-plot.

By season two, all pretence at final reels

As final Acts is dropped. X-Files is not

A good precedent in this regard,

I’ve a concern that it’s trying too hard.

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Stephen Fry: Out There, BBC Two

The same two talks, again again again

Around the globe, the film repeats itself

As Fry the fearful challenges with brave

Good humour, & then meets a great wealth

Of pride & sense. It will bear repeating

This film, as talks within repeat again

& the case for progress is made again, pressing

Forward, pressing on, of what we would gain

If love was the world’s good guide. Good old

BBC, good old Stephen Fry, this humane

Collection of repetition unfolds

Great & simple truths. Its dark refrain

& its bright light bear broadcast again

& everywhere, & again again.

(Source: spacestudios.org.uk)

Masters of Sex, Channel 4

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WARNING: THE SHOW IS CALLED ‘MASTERS OF SEX’

SOME EXPLICIT LANGUAGE FOLLOWS - THOUGH NOT ALL *THAT* EXPLICIT

JUST… YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ IT IN FRONT OF YOUR MUM, OR YOUR BOSS, MUCH AS YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO WATCH A SHOW CALLED ‘MASTERS OF SEX’ WITH YOUR MUM OR YOUR BOSS

If we’re going to do prime-time soft porn –

Which, after ‘Spartacus’ & ‘Game of Thrones’

It seems we certainly are, then it’s good form

Not to replicate the bias of those shows

Towards male gratification – for though

‘Blood & Sand’ made its equal ops case

With a little conviction, it did not show

Many cocks. ’Tis cocks must find their place

In prime-time if this is the high-brow road.

Sheen’s show, happy enough with Caplan’s tits

Is shy about her co-star’s unseen Tom Joad.

We’re past obscenity, it seems, so this

Reliance on old standards & old laws

To protect shy male members rather galls.

(Source: theoddmentemporium)

#ManBooker 2013: The Luminaries, by Eleanor Catton

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Extraordinary second novel, Catton’s

Characters as finely defined as those of

The greatest nineteenth century novels.

The huge ones. You might cite Deadwood, &

You’d be quite right, though this ends, where

The other… & a fierce eye

For aphorism not

Milch’s profane ear.

Late it builds &

Dissolves, like

A Gold

Rush.

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#NotTheBooker 2013: Life After Life, by Kate Atkinson

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I rocket through this thing. Atkinson

Has ways with a tale, & though the stop

Start structure could lead to tiresome

Repetition, incite irritation (like the plot-

Split in Skios), each iteration plays

A short involving variation

In involving mid-middle-class ways

With no hesitation or deviation.

Its point, however, is not quite as clear,

It entertains, works the emotions

(Ursula’s harrowing life of fear),

It has tale fuel, but where grander notions?

Its many-worlds mode is a flip fillip,

Comes to no more than a good sales gimmick.

(Source: moviepostershop.com)

We Sell Secrets: The Story of WikiLeaks, dir. Alex Gibney

I fear there will be e-mails. Activists

Are not well-known for their senses, either

Of propriety or perspective,

& this, though sometimes gauche in cross-fader

Over-use, is, gladly, a balanced tale.

But still, there will be e-mails; gifs wishing

Harm on the teller, making the back-eyed claim

Of conspiracy, collaborating.

Your agenda is that of the boss-class,

Of corporations, against the people’s

Interests, a quisling account. You ass.

We are on to your accounts. Your feeble

Voices, your double-speak journalists,

We’ll seek their homes, to break their typing wrists.

(Source: photo.net)