When it comes to arts funding, we’re doing it wrong. We need to come at it from another angle, if we really want to bring writers, artists and filmmakers to their full and climactic potential. It’s a pun-filled manifesto.
Following on from Tuesday’s rant on writerly whinging, I now want to expand on prizes. Writers’ earnings have always been as cyclical as weather. Yet to hear the Literati today, you’d swear that art would die if it weren’t for bursaries and awards and prizes and residencies and general state-level support for the gargantuan brains of…
Tara Sparling writes 