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The King of Staten Island, written and directed by Judd ApotowÌýis available to stream now, certificate 15.

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Main image above: Pete Davidson as Scott in

Image to the left: Judd Apatow (Centre) and Pete Davidson (Left) on the King of Staten island set.

Image credits: (C) 2020 Universal Studios

The winnersÌýof the are announced this evening.

The shortlisted books are:

The Carnegie Medal:

The Black FlamingoÌýbyÌýDean Atta, illustrated by Anshika Khullar
ÌýNowhere on EarthÌýbyÌýNick LakeÌý
ÌýLarkÌýbyÌýAnthony McGowanÌý
Patron Saints of NothingÌýbyÌýRandy RibayÌý
LampieÌýwritten and illustrated byÌýAnnet SchaapÌýand translated byÌýLaura Watkinson
Voyages in the Underworld of Orpheus BlackÌýbyÌýMarcus SedgwickÌýandÌýJulian Sedgwick, illustrated by Alexis Deacon
On the Come UpÌýbyÌýAngie ThomasÌý
Girl. Boy. Sea.ÌýbyÌýChris Vick

The Kate Greenaway Medal:

You’re Snug with MeÌýillustrated byÌýPoonam MistryÌýand written by Chitra Soundar
The Iron ManÌýillustrated byÌýChris MouldÌýand written by Ted Hughes
The SuitcaseÌýwritten and illustrated byÌýChris Naylor-BallesterosÌý
The UndefeatedÌýillustrated byÌýKadir NelsonÌýand written by Kwame Alexander
The DamÌýillustrated byÌýLevi PinfoldÌýand written by David Almond
Mary and FrankensteinÌýillustrated byÌýJúlia SardàÌýand written by Linda Bailey
Tales from the Inner CityÌýwritten and illustrated byÌýShaun TanÌý
Child of St KildaÌýwritten and illustrated byÌýBeth Waters

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Image: the Shortlisted books

Image credit: CILIP

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introduces the third of her Museum Unlocked Poems

ÌýI’m at home in lockdown, just a few miles from the M5 to Birmingham. For decades, at work, I dealt with its skilled engineers.

ÌýNow I’m retired, I find myself drawn more and more to this city It has many songs and languages. It’s alive with poetry- and many of its poets are very young. When I asked them what I should visit, almost everyone told me that I must go to the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.

ÌýSo I went – and marvelled at the strange, broken loveliness of the Staffordshire Hoard.

This hoard has over three thousand objects, including pieces of weapons and harness. Many are beautifully made. It’s thought they were hidden in the seventh century. This was a troubled time, a time of change from the Anglo Saxon pagan gods to Christianity.Ìý No one knows who buried these treasures, or why. So I began to guess, in a short poem which tries to speak with the voice of their desperate owner.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýThe Staffordshire HoardÌý

I heave in crosses first,

the old blood gods last best.

Garnets still warm my hand,

round as her breast.

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Fine filigree fell ripped from hilts,

heaped ransom for their King.

This was my share, for laboured hours,

for sorrowing.

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I smell them, rain on wind.

Stiffly I climb the track.

I leave my son’s toys, Roman glass,

I keep the useful sack.

Bury your treasures deep.

Never come back.

The is owned by Birmingham City Council and Stoke-on-Trent City Council on behalf of the nation, and is cared for byTrust and, Stoke-on-Trent.ÌýÌý Their doors remain closed for now.

Image: A golden pyramid fitting, part of the Staffordshire Hoard.

Image credit: (C) Birmingham Museums Trust

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