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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

A Poetics of Struggle: An Introduction to the Poetry of William Rowe
Monday, 15 February 2016 22:26

A Poetics of Struggle: An Introduction to the Poetry of William Rowe

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Steve Willey introduces the 'poetics of negative energy' in two poems of William Rowe, the sound of pigs falling and index, published above. at the endof each linepoetryagitatesinside its ownsilenceits all silent painforce gatherscuspsit names / what canno longer be saidof what we haveforgottenwe can’t say William Rowe’s poetry is…
Ewsed T Be Ooverville
Monday, 01 February 2016 17:20

Ewsed T Be Ooverville

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Em’tiness. Them factree sheds.The las shift leavesan ev’ry machine stops. We ewsed t be Ooverville,ower washin-machinessent all overlike rails an cannonsfrom them ol ironworks. We could even afford t larfbout Sinclair an is C5,puttin it in-a windowas a crazee failure. Now, we drive awayf’r the las timewith nowhere t go…
Universalism, People and Song: A Last Toast to Burns
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 31 January 2016 16:45

Universalism, People and Song: A Last Toast to Burns

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Below is the text of Chris Bartter's address to the Socialist Correspondent Burns Supper held in the UNISON, Glasgow City branch office, February 2015. It was on the theme of What Makes Robert Burns Immortal? An Immortal Memory? That’s some claim, isn’t it? Particularly for a 37 year-old failed farmer and exciseman.…
Portrait of Robert Burns (after Skirving)
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 23 January 2016 10:13

Burnsiana

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Burnsiana Scroll back from the cosmos,To inner space.The mind's micro-structureNanoscientists mind-mappingThe brain's hundred billion neurons,Its thousand trillion connections,Processing 0.1 quadrillion thoughts per second.Vastly more sophisticatedThan any computer.What causes that leapAcross the synapse?The spark between Creator and Man?That lets the poet contemplate the rose –And move the human heart. Thanks to…
Tam O'Shanter and Souter Johnny at Kirkton Jean's
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 23 January 2016 09:12

An Alternative Burns Supper

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David Betteridge presents two poems to help you enjoy an alternative Burns supper.   At An Alternative Burns Supper His short life and his fertilitylift his perfection to the rank of the phenomenal...- Aphorisms on Mozart, by Ferruccio Busoni I Here’s tae the man’s life -its drivin root, its rise,…
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 23 January 2016 09:43

The Real Robert Burns

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My word you can’t know Burns unless you can hate the Lockharts and all the estimable bourgeoisand upper classes as he really did – the narrow gutted pigeons. Don’t for God’s sake be mealy-mouthed like them. I’d like to write a Burns life. Oh, why doesn’t Burns come to life…
Everything Must Go
Thursday, 14 January 2016 22:27

Everything Must Go

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On Tuesday 15th December, 2015 Christie’s Auction House held a sale of property that had belonged to the late British Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. The sale realised more than £4.5 million pounds. The Guardian dryly stated that ‘she was worth more dead than alive’. Thatcher presided over one of the…
Aylan Kurdi
Thursday, 14 January 2016 21:36

Two Poems for Aylan Kurdi

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You'd Only Have To Do It Once by Chris Amos "You'd only have to do it once. One burst of rapid fire - BRRRAAAPPP!And stop the scum right then and thereAnd put Great Britain back on track.They did it in Tiananamen Square - it worked for them.'Course, they were Commie…
Monday, 11 January 2016 14:43

The Western Wall Plaza

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THE WESTERN WALL PLAZA Jerusalem is the dwelling place of the Shekinah the Plaza rained out, no one at prayer, no one intoning under an umbrella, theirfeet would be flooded if so I take refuge in a wooden shack at the opposite end, wet seats, wet tables,soldiers on duty, some…
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