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

Fintan O'Toole
Wednesday, 14 August 2019 10:03

To The Man Who Defines Ireland

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To The Man Who Defines Ireland by Kevin Higgins When telling us, as a nation, to cop on to ourselvesyou spit the words Provoor workers’ paradise like a ladytrying to rid her mouth of sour milk. But your voice is church bells and sunshinepouring down on Kingstown Harbour, circa 1913when…
Robots Have No Bones
Monday, 05 August 2019 11:46

Robots Have No Bones

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Robots Have No Bones (available here) is Fred Voss’s follow-up collection to The Earth and the Stars in the Palm of Your Hand, also published by Culture Matters. Robots in the workplace – computerized metalworking machinery – mean a loss of the tactile impact of ‘working’ a machine tool. And…
Believe!
Tuesday, 30 July 2019 14:09

Believe!

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Believe! by Peter Branson "Rise, like lions after slumber" - Shelley, 'The Masque of Anarchy', 1819 (first pub.1832) We meet to talk about low pay,Our masters own the time.We swear an oath of secrecy;That is our only crime.A living wage, fair shares for all,For bread and liberty.Tolpuddle way, we reap…
Luton, croutons, class and John Hegley
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 26 July 2019 15:19

Luton, croutons, class and John Hegley

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Chris Guiton explains the significant contribution made by Luton town to poetry Over two hundred years ago, the Romantic poet William Blake wrote some of the most striking lines in English poetry: To see a World in a Grain of Sand,And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the…
Wheeling Away The Dreams
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 23 July 2019 16:44

Wheeling Away The Dreams

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Wheeling Away The Dreams by Fred Voss As we work at our machines at 11:16 am we hearthe sirenand look out the factory tin door and see the paramedics truck pulling upin our company parking lotthen noticeOctavio is missing from his machineOctavio6’3” tall 220 pounds of 31-year-old muscle Octaviowho can…
arise!
Saturday, 13 July 2019 17:15

arise!

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arise! is a poem by Paul Summers, published to celebrate the rich history and traditions of the Durham Miners’ Gala and the resurgent spirit of socialism in the Labour Party under Jeremy Corbyn. We want to make a film of the poem for the labour movement, and we need to…
Hands Down
Wednesday, 03 July 2019 15:24

Hands Down

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Hands Down by Raymond Miller Once the sniffles had begunmy wife joined in accord.I could see the ending comeand still rose to applaud just like all those years beforeand Fahrenheit 9/11,I stood up for Michael Mooreand haven't learnt my lesson. It makes me want to swing a leftat our tight-fisted…
Waiting for Boris
Tuesday, 25 June 2019 17:52

Waiting for Boris

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Waiting for Borisafter Constantine Cavafy by Kevin Higgins What are they waiting for,the archbishops and casino ownersclutching their bags of cocaine,the barman at Wetherspoons eyeing the clock,and the little people who livein Jacob Rees-Mogg’s top hatwho’ve been watching things go slowly downhillsince thirteen eighty one? Boris is to arrive todayin…
£77 per hour
Monday, 24 June 2019 10:27

£77 per hour

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£77 per hour by Becky Bone nine thousand two hundred and fifty9250pounds per year (1 year = 20 weeks) four hundred and sixty two pounds and fifty pence per weekdivided by6 hours contact time per week £77 per hour I was pretty good at maths natural like got a C…
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