Issue 15 / Spring 2009
Content:
- Editors' Note
- Francesco Bonami on the Everyday
- Rochelle Steiner and Alison Gingeras on Glenn Brown
- Jeremy Wood on Anthony van Dyck
- Adam Nicolson on Anthony van Dyck
- Philip Ursprung on Otto Muehl's Manopsychotic Ballet
- Martin Herbert on New Modernism
- Andrew Hunt on the Tate Triennial
- Will Stuart's Artist's Project
- Christina Kiaer on Russian Female Artists
- Elisabeth Lebovici on Roni Horn
- Mark Godfrey on Roni Horn
- Sam Smiles on Late Turner
- Charlotte Klonk on Katja Strunz
- Microtate
- Susie Gauntlett in the Tate Archive
- Steve McQueen Q&A
- John Lloyd talks to William Kentridge
- Roger McGough presents Poem of the Month

Man Ray
Cadeau 1921, editioned replica 1972
© Man Ray Trust, ADAGP, Paris and DACS, London 2002
Iron and nails
17.8cm x 9.4cm x 12.6cm
Each month, TATE ETC. publishes new poetry by leading poets such as John Burnside, Moniza Alvi, Adam Thorpe, Alice Oswald
and David Harsent who respond to works from the Tate Collection. Subscribe to the Poem of the Month RSS feed.
This March Roger McGough presents his poem, Cadeau, based on Man Ray’s work of the same name. This work is not currently on display in Tate galleries, but other works by Man
Ray are on display in Tate Modern, and Cadeau can be viewed on the Tate Collection online.
The Poetry Society is curating this year's selection in the organisation's centenary year. Founded in 1909, the Society is
now one of Britain’s most high-profile arts organisations, helping poets and poetry thrive in Britain and beyond. Membership
is open to all, though members include many of the UK’s most eminent poets. It publishes the highly-respected journal Poetry
Review; and also works to deliver a programme of poetry in education, supporting and developing creativity among young people
and communities. Visit http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk for further information.
Cadeau
Man turned up on monday
bearing a gift
Right out of the blue
A peace offering
'Not any old iron' he said
'I made it just for you.'
We went to bed
When he'd gone, I unwrapped it
heated it on the stove
Ironed his shirts, vests,
pants. All ripped to shreds
Our love.


