Heathcote Williams: My Dad and my Uncle were in World War One
Heathcote Williams wrote this on learning that the UK government was to spend £50million commemorating the World War One centenary.
Browsing: Poetry
Never Yours, for Heathcote
Among the many tributes in speech and music at the funeral of Heathcote Williams on 14 July 2017 was this elegy by musician and writer Boff Whalley.
What are people doing fucking dying? Haven’t they got better things to do?
No sooner than you’re on someone’s wavelength, then suddenly they’re whisked away from you. Heathcote Williams on the death of David Bowie.
Why D’ya Do It? By Marianne Faithfull. Words by Heathcote Williams
Why’d ya do it, she said, they’re mine, all your jewels You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools
Heathcote Williams: An old photograph, dated 1945
It’s 1945 and Heathcote Williams is completely unaware of the war, or of thoughts of invasion.
Royal Babylon: the criminal record of the British monarchy
An investigative poem by Heathcote Williams. Narration and video by Alan Cox.
Heathcote Williams: All young lovers look up at the stars
Narration and montage by Mary Wild.
