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

Friday, 25 March 2016 10:10

The Minister for poetry has decreed

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The Minister for Poetry Has Decreedby Kevin Higgins, after Zbigniew Herbert That during the Centenary celebrationsin memory of our late revolution,poets in each of the twenty six countiesfrom Kerry to Louthwill participate in eveningsof moderation during which eventhe moderation will be moderate in the extreme.Participants will arrive dressedin their Confirmation…
Demo outside the GPO, Dublin, 2016
Saturday, 19 March 2016 20:15

Cherishing for beginners

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Cherishing for Beginners 'The Republic guarantees religious and civil liberty, equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens, and declares its resolve to pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and of all its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally....... '- The Proclamation…
I Want To Be The Light
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 07 March 2016 20:27

I Want To Be The Light

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In honour of International Women’s Day, I would like to share with you some new poetry that I have been writing which looks at women from the past, who I have a lot to be thankful for. I have also been exploring issues that women have to tackle day in…
Phenomenal Woman, That's Me
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 07 March 2016 09:19

Phenomenal Woman, That's Me

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Sheree Mack, the poet mentioned by Andy Croft in his article on the privatisation of poetry, presents a selection of poems to mark International Women's Day. Phenomenal Woman, That's Me by Maya Angelou ‘Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start…
Women Without Face
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 06 March 2016 11:11

Be Someone

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Be Someone For Christ’s sake,learn to typeand have somethingto fall back on. Be someone,make something of yourself,look at Gertrudo Ganley. Always draw the curtainswhen the lights are on. Have nothing to dowith the Shantalla gang,get yourself a right manwith a Humber Sceptre. For Christ’s sakewash your neckbefore going into God’s…
Aberfan and the Free Wales Army
Sunday, 28 February 2016 12:40

Aberfan and the Free Wales Army

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This year is the 50th anniversary of the Aberfan disaster. The injustices that the bereaved families of Aberfan had to deal with on top of their grief were beyond belief. Deborah Price remembers how the Free Wales Army helped the families of Aberfan, and Mike Jenkins memorialises the disaster with a poem.…
Neptune's Staff
Thursday, 25 February 2016 17:44

Neptune's Staff

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Many-headed monsterencased in thick dark metalas it sails the silent seasits existence an outragea deep immoralityfathomless in ignoranceand the thought of replacingthis monster with anothermore gruesome than everas the oceans riseand refugees fleeand hungry children cry outseems to stink to high heaventhat can only rebuke usand say it may cost…
Two Poems by William Rowe
Monday, 15 February 2016 22:44

Two Poems by William Rowe

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the sound of pigs falling the sound of pigs fallinghas fallen out of words///dear dead///some next-level revolution comingcancels your silencepunching holes in the name of thingswhich bodyfrom our bodies fallthe people armednever bemystical dreamsin other wordsexceedsits representationpoetry is a virusmutatingright infrontof your face   index there’s someonewhose need is reversed…
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…
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