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Updated: Oct 22, 2022

Nathan Evans talks us through a playlist to accompany his new poetry collection.

1. Sailing By, Walter Heller & His Orchestra

With political sea-change threatening to flood our shores, I could think of nothing better than the theme tune to Radio 4’s Shipping Forecast to sample for our trailer.

2. The Times They Are a-Changin’, Bob Dylan

Put systems in place against it

all you like but our future will download

in the night and, waking, we’ll find

bodies reformatted,

minds downgraded,

times shifted.


‘Admit that the waters around you have grown and accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone.’ Bob seems to reference King Cnut in the title-track to his 1964 album; the change of which he sings is welcome. 55 years on, I reference Dylan in the title poem of the collection, but I’m not so certain about the way times are a-changin’.

3. Mercy Mercy Me, Marvin Gaye

Microbes with whom we got on just fine for

Millennia are getting ideas: it’s too darn hot in

Earth’s atmosphere.

Mass Mortality Event

‘This overcrowded land, how much more abuse from man can she stand?’ sang Marvin in 1971, months after Greta Thunberg’s mum was born. What’s extraordinary isn’t that we’d heard of climate crisis back then, but that we’re still not listening. And the mass extinction keeps on rolling.

4. Earth Intruders, Björk

Chaos capes her shoulders, ‘You’re sure?’

‘I need a change,’ sighs Gaia from the chair.

Catching her eye in the mirror,

Chaos knows there will be more.

Gaia Goes to the Hairdresser

In Greek myth, Gaia was the personification of Earth (created from Chaos). I imagine Gaia recreating herself via environmental Armageddon (at Chaos’ hair salon). I’m not entirely certain what Björk is singing about, but her ‘turmoil’ and ‘carnage’ sound suitably apocalyptic.

5. Running the World, Jarvis Cocker


cream of the crop

fuelling economies

siloed in city highrises


‘Did you hear… that the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top? Well I say, Shit floats.’ And, thirteen years after Jarvis did, it’s still as pertinent, the neo-liberal myth still as persistent.

6. Anarchy in the UK, Sex Pistols

Another forty years on—in London

not Berlin—we too dance decadent on

the precipice of a continent. As DJs segue,

our limbs find release in Anarchy…

—Beached Ball

The night after that ‘historic’ vote in 2016, I was working on one of Duckie’s ‘historic’ events: when the Readers Wifes played the Sex Pistols to end their set, let’s just say it was cathartic. ‘Your future dream has sure been seen through,’ Johnson et al.

7. Lavender Song, Ute Lemper

The idea came from Blue Peter: I conspired

with a cotton-coiffed grandmother to gather

fabric and fill it with the flower cadavers

you nosed through cheap wrapping paper.

—A Touch of Lavender

The second half of the collection covers sea-changes of a more personal nature— coming out, in this poem. ‘We’re not afraid to be queer and different,’ sings Ute in this Cabaret Song, banned by the Nazi regime. Am I the only one who thinks the time we’re now living in has echoes of Weimar Berlin?

8. I Rise, Madonna

I heard their silence

before I saw them

like lava flowing

past my front garden

tacet protest more potent

than a piper’s summons

we moved on the mountain

—They Shall Fall for Grenfell

I live a few hundred metres from Grenfell Tower and the monthly silent protest goes past my door. The last track from Madonna’s last album was accompanied by a video of footage from international protest movements. ‘Freedom’s what you choose to do with what’s been done to you’. Easy for her to say, sure. But it’s a message to inspire.

9. The Only Way Is Up, Yazz & The Plastic Population

plastic skins sweat into

plastic clothing churned by

plastic machines ejaculating

plastic semen impregnating

plastic oceans eaten in

plastic fish-gut shat down

plastic toilets upcycled as

plastic sky-fill pissing

plastic rivers drawn up

plastic straws

—The Plastic Population

This was a huge hit when I was a teen. The title of this poem tips a wink to the band behind it. ‘We may not know where our next meal is coming from but with you by my side I’ll face what is to come.’ We take strength from each other in these trying times.

10. Sister I’m a Poet, Morrissey

When I was young and not yet me, I crawled carpet

crab-like, stood soft-bellied to life’s sea, swaying

with its sympathies. Then my first shell was fitted.

—This Charmless Man

A little self-depreciation to end: Morrissey was master of it, until he metamorphosed into a massive twat. The title of this poem subverts that of an early The Smiths song. The poem is about someone who calcifies to the hard-right in later life. ‘And is evil just something you are, or something you do?’ Jury’s out on that.

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