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

Miss Una Marson Speaks
Tuesday, 20 February 2024 17:09

Miss Una Marson Speaks

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Miss Una Marson Speaks by Jenny Mitchell Call me glutton as I gorged on every English word – a book-mad child in Santa Cruz, Jamaica – my first and only love the far-off Mother Country, high-toned language on my tongue to sound as good as her. At ten, when father…
Winding Back
Monday, 19 February 2024 14:52

Winding Back

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This poem is about The Winding House museum in New Tredegar in the Valleys (see above), built on the site of the Elliot colliery. It is due to be shut by Caerffili's Labour Council at the end of March as part of cuts. My choir Merthyr Aloud will sing there…
AI, machines and humans: Two poems by Martin Hayes
Tuesday, 13 February 2024 08:38

AI, machines and humans: Two poems by Martin Hayes

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Here are a couple of poems from a new collection by Martin Hayes for Smokestack Books, called Machine Poems. the definition of a machine something that is made from following the instructions of a blueprintrather than the pure mistakes of lust something non-binary with legs or arms that have been…
Dwell Time, by Tom Branfoot
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 08 February 2024 20:37

Dwell Time, by Tom Branfoot

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Introduction to 'Dwell Time' by Tom Branfoot, Poet in Residence at Manchester Cathedral – see attached pdf By Fran Lock The idea of 'dwelling' as homely habitation is a relatively modern one. In Old English 'dwellan' is not to inhabit, but to mislead, to lead astray. By the Middle Ages,…
A Machinery Handbook Will Never Solve This Problem
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 08 February 2024 15:52

A Machinery Handbook Will Never Solve This Problem

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A Machinery Handbook Will Never Solve This Problem by Fred Voss A machinist is hired and rolls his rollaway toolbox down the machine shop aisle and parks it beside a workbench and steps upto a machine10 or 20 feet away from another machinistat another machineat firstthe machinists enjoy comparing each…
Sean Fitzgerald
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 04 February 2024 12:33

Sean Fitzgerald

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Sean Fitzgerald by Nick Moss The jakes told a passerby "We're just executing a warrant".There was an execution, for sure.January 4th 2019.Sean Fitzgerald, aged 31.Burnaby Road.Coventry.No mention of firearms on the warrant.No firearms found.Drugs as the justification.No drugs found.West Midlands copsStaged their theatre of death anyway.With chainsaw, hammers, flashbombs, gunsLots…
Black Square
Tuesday, 30 January 2024 12:02

Black Square

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Black Square by Mark A. Murphy The square is not a subconscious form. The square is a living, regal infant. - Kasimir Malevich i Velásquez knows all there is to know about art.All there is to know about spitting. Take his life-size portrait of the Spanish royals,as he interpolates himselfat…
Parcel
Sunday, 28 January 2024 19:44

Parcel

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Parcel by Philip Berry Paper softens, a damp corner Torn in the violence of lost yearsLifted to a sinister eyeSees night within, doubts clustered Weightless calculations bentBy unnatural law, civilised by passageThrough penitent handsPaper reeks now, sweat Of men of women who workedAnd were happy to workOn tabletops, punching buttonsInto…
Happy birthday Robert Burns!
Thursday, 25 January 2024 20:02

Happy birthday Robert Burns!

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Here's tae the man's life -its drivin root, its rise, its faur reach –and tae the great hairst he gather'd in! Here's tae the wark -the high skill, the luve, the daurk hours -that he pit in! Here's tae the words that he gar'd flow -a muckle stream -frae his…
If Jesus came again she’d be born a Palestinian
Thursday, 25 January 2024 14:41

If Jesus came again she’d be born a Palestinian

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If Jesus came again she’d be born a Palestinian by Janet Hatherley toddle amongst the grass rootsof her people. Like them her existencewould not be recognised by the western world.Israel wants them either dead or gone.White stars would rain on her from the night sky like fireworksbut these would be…
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