And when he saw them marching up Whitehall / I remember what old Arthur said / He said the donkeys are all wearing poppies / So I shall wear dandelions instead
Judged from the perspective of those first wearers of the poppy – that the red flower should be a declaration of hope that wars should never happen again – the poppy has been a sad failure.
Harry Leslie Smith will no longer allow his obligation as a veteran to remember those who died in the great wars to be co-opted by current or former politicians to justify our folly in Iraq, our morally dubious war on terror
Britain’s dominant historical narrative is one of victory and pseudo-remembrance in a country that has never stopped using military force abroad and often prides itself on its willingness to do so.
Public opinion in the first world war was manufactured and managed through communications strategies that aimed for the gut rather than the brain.
Poet Charles Causley saw the victims of the first world war 'under his nose' wandering about his town, 'still shell-shocked'. His poem 'Dick Lander' is about one of these victims and is read by fellow poet Heathcote Williams.
The more the body was exposed, by both modern weaponry and new, more practical fashions, the more similar the male and female form seemed to become.
Roelof Bakker’s new photo-book, How Many Hopes Lie Buried Here Mother is testament to the millions of deaths of World War One, and for anyone affected by war, both soldiers and civilians.