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

Review: One of These Dead Places, by Jane Burn
Thursday, 19 September 2019 15:05

Review: One of These Dead Places, by Jane Burn

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Michael Jarvie reviews One of These Dead Places by Jane Burn Jane Burn has forged her characteristic poetical voice in what can only be described as the most difficult of circumstances. In fact, it is all voice, an expressive working-class woman’s voice, at times roused to anger by the injustices…
In a Failing State
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 05 September 2019 08:29

In a Failing State

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In a Failing State By Josiah Mortimer In failed statesLeaders berateThe representativesAs meddling traitors, crazed.And tin-pot despots declare: 'Only a strong handCan lead us to the promised land' In failed statesThe press packs houndServants as saboteursPrint reams of touch paperReady-made to tear and sparkAnd rogues rouse crowds –Small at first…
Revolution
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 04 September 2019 10:05

Revolution

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Revolution by Sally Flint Top of Google it's a wine bar, a game,a make-up range. I recall science lessons ‒to rotate, twirl, circuit, cycle, orbit.It's the Earth spinning around the sun. On the screen the little circle rollsover the Thatcher era and a miners' revolt. It's an instance of sudden…
Advice to a Conspirator
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 02 September 2019 18:30

Advice to a Conspirator

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Advice to a Conspirator by Chris Norris, with image by Martin Gollan You've told us lots of times 'it's do or die'For you, this Brexit thing, so if the 'do'Bit doesn't work, however hard you try,Then don't despair: there's always Option Two. I know you'll wriggle out of it, you'll…
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…
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