For those in London or within striking distance
i’ve always had time for Heathcote Williams, since his book The Speakers in the early 1960s. I’ve a clear memory of a typescript both black and red ribbon used, in my hands, of his remarkable play AC/DC. Years drift and my next glimpse is of him entertaining me for hours in his room with a fine magic and conjuring display (featuring much flash-paper). He is the only fellow-worker I have been on strike with…. when we withdrew our labour from the B.B.C over their censorship of poetry. I regret I cannot be there for this.
