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

Senefelderstrasse
Tuesday, 17 May 2016 19:28

Senefelderstrasse 19, East Berlin: a Brechtian poem

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The appeal for Brechtian poems in the Mayday editorial is bearing fruit. Here is the first one, from Keith Armstrong. Senefelderstrasse 19, East Berlin In the oven of a Berlin heatwave,this crumbling block bakesand all the bullet holed wallsflake.Tenements skinned bare,they burn with anxiety, death wishes,frustrated hopes. From a cracked…
The Dog's Tongue
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 09 May 2016 12:46

The Dog's Tongue

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The dog's tongue dragged in the dirt 'We had a tiny puppy, and he followed behind us. He was panting, trying to keep up so much that his little tongue dragged in the sand.' - from Throwing Stones at the Moon: Narratives from Colombians displaced by violence, a Voice of…
A protest march
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 29 April 2016 10:08

A protest march

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A Protest March after the painting by L. S. Lowry, 1959   Get out of the road, dogs! They're coming, marching but this lot aren’t from the factories, they're too well dressed, too high and mighty to carry banners. They’re obviously in ranks, big knobs first. One or two women…
Gulf Scream
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 28 April 2016 10:35

What a Bomb Hits

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What A Bomb Hits Feel the dead heat of the quietening street,see the early evening houses and the shutterson the shops. Look at the row of highrise balconieswith their Aloe Vera plants.See this door and behind it the tile-floored hallway?Look at the outdoor shoes abandoned carelesslyby going-about-their-business feet?Look in here…
In Brecht's Bar, Glasgow
Tuesday, 26 April 2016 16:50

In Brecht's Bar, Glasgow

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In Brecht's Bar, Glasgow “The Hollow Mountain: ever heard of it?"He placed his glass next ours, then -"Seat taken? No?" - sat down. "I overheard you talking.Seems History's your thing; mine, too,though all the dates and namesthat interest meare never put in any books at all." His face was a…
Just like you
Tuesday, 19 April 2016 07:32

Just like you

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Just Like Youby Hanna Abdullah I am humanJust like you.I eat and I sleepJust like you.I walk and talkJust like you. I have a family and friendsJust like you.I have an education and I studyJust like you.I have dreams and aspirationsJust like you.And I have a homeJust like you.Except my…
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