Poetry

Poetry

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.

Marge Piercy

This poem has a title
Tuesday, 14 May 2019 10:40

This poem has a title

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This Poem has a Title by Lisa Kelly This poem must take medication in order to be read at any future event. It has been found that this poem has an unfair natural advantage which makes it stand out at festivals and open mic spots, and streak ahead of its…
Letter to Marx on Mayday
Tuesday, 14 May 2019 09:23

Letter to Marx on Mayday

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Letter to Marx by Chris Norris A spectre is haunting Europe – the spectre of Communism. All the powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre; Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot, French radicals and German police spies. - Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels,…
helpston
Wednesday, 08 May 2019 09:48

helpston

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helpston by Fran Lock the brazen head has spoken: heat. and now, the summerlifts its loaded pitchforks to the light. the pewit in the dog-whistle of its wings. gardens teem, lecherous and stifled.here, the sly, fermented smiles of youth on bikes. they donot know. this heat, a tight green crouch…
On the birth of Prince What's-His-Name
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 06 May 2019 18:08

On the birth of Prince What's-His-Name

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On The Birth Of Prince What’s-His-Namebefore Carol Ann Duffy by Kevin Higgins Receive this boy-child, world, to pursue him about the pages of the tabloids and glossies that were his granny’s premature end.Under the sign of the Express,and Nicholas Witchell of the BBC, we conspirefor him a life of turning…
Mayday poem: The Company Board
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 02 May 2019 14:45

Mayday poem: The Company Board

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The Company Board by Chris Norris The propertied class and the class of the proletariat present the same human self-estrangement. But the former class feels at ease and strengthened in this self-estrangement, it recognizes estrangement as its own power, and has in it the semblance of a human existence. The…
Mayday poem: The Blacklist
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 02 May 2019 12:47

Mayday poem: The Blacklist

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The Blacklist by Owen Gallagher Everyone sped off at the end of their shift.No one saw him sobbing in his car.No one paused to say he deserved a starfor speaking out; that his courage was a gift. He feared his wife’s reaction to the news,he’d been sacked instantly without pay,and…
Mobilise the books! A review of Shabbigentile
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 01 May 2019 14:47

Mobilise the books! A review of Shabbigentile

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Andy Croft reviews Shabbigentile, by Alan Morrison. There is a long poem in Alan Morrison’s fantastic new collection Shabbigentile (Culture Matters, £9, available here) about the 1930s Left Book Club, invoking the idea of ‘red belles-lettres ringing red bells / Of rebellion’: ‘Now once more books need to be mobilised…
Mayday poem: hearts bigger than the sun
Wednesday, 01 May 2019 14:07

Mayday poem: hearts bigger than the sun

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hearts bigger than the sun by Martin Hayes Chaplin had itKeaton had itand Laurel and Hardy had it Lucas has itas he walks in early for workwith a flask and Tupperware box full of sandwiches under his armwith ‘mornings’ and ‘alright mates’spilling out of him like birdsongbefore he sits down…
Saint Martin in Euston
Saturday, 20 April 2019 21:01

Saint Martin in Euston

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Saint Martin in Euston by Fran Lock miserere. monday is a man reduced to his bare incident, a stain the pavement eats. a sharded light is stalled between the concrete benches, busses, cranes. drills compete, declare a complex discord. everywhere the air is rutted, hurts. and yet the earth turns…
where once there was grass
Thursday, 18 April 2019 15:35

where once there was grass

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where once there was grass by Martin Hayes the yellow and green of the ambulanceused to be all whitewith just one single blue lighton the top of it the boys used to swedge a little in the parksfisticuffs and a boot in the gutsnot saying that’s rightbut at least they…
Butcher's Dozen: Bloody Sunday, 47 years on
Thursday, 14 March 2019 14:46

Butcher's Dozen: Bloody Sunday, 47 years on

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Jenny Farrell protests the decision only to charge one paratrooper, and introduces extracts from Thomas Kinsella's poem, Butcher's Dozen Shock and disbelief is the reaction of most people in Ireland to the decision of the N. Ireland Prosecution Service (NIPP) only to charge one British paratrooper, “Soldier F” in connection…
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