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

stitching this universe together
Friday, 26 January 2018 18:26

stitching this universe together

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stitching this Universe together by Martin Hayes Sadiq wants to stay a part of this control room, a partof this bunch of chained cynical indebted men who continually take the piss out of his haircuts his shoes and his love lifewho never cut him any slack whenever he makes a…
Come in number 45, your time is up
Tuesday, 16 January 2018 10:52

Come in number 45, your time is up

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In Which No. 45 Once Again Seeks Validation To Dispel The Existential Fear That Gnaws At His Very Soul  by Steve Pottinger Thursday, 4am. The president wakesReaches, half-conscious, for his phoneUnwilling, untutored, unable to fight.Must! Have! Attention! Now!Punches the keypad over and over In a desperate, infantile frenzy. Then:Send. America!…
An Embarrassment
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 14 January 2018 13:07

An Embarrassment

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An Embarrassment by Chris Norris LONDON — A political storm is brewing ahead of Prince Harry’s and Meghan Markle’s May 19 wedding over whether to crack down on homeless people and beggars in the well-to-do English town of Windsor . . . . Borough council leader Simon Dudley kicked off…
What Put The Diamonds In Your Owner’s Wife’s Ears?
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 12 January 2018 15:13

What Put The Diamonds In Your Owner’s Wife’s Ears?

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What Put The Diamonds In Your Owner’s Wife’s Ears? after Bertolt Brecht by Kevin Higgins You clean-collared columnistsshould first help us fix the basic roof-over-headdilemma, before penning your next sermon. You shower, who preach careful nowand always know your own exact bank balance, what is this mature democracy towards which…
USSR stamp, 1956
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 01 January 2018 19:36

Our common humanity: Robert Burns and For A' That

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Jenny Farrell discusses the focus on our common humanity in Robert Burns's For A' That, and the way it foretells the 'programme which will govern the world of liberated humanity'. Every so often, history presents us with an amazing affirmation of our common humanity, a sense of continuity, the passing…
The rich man
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 29 December 2017 23:12

Dilemma of Politeness

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Dilemma of Politeness by James Martyn Joyce This is not about taking the final biscuit,Or feigning gratitude for favours gained,Nor questioning the swing of things in general,Towards flaunting all the wealthWe’d managed to accumulate,The only shortage being the time required,To spend it, or enjoy it, or give it away, Or…
A Disillusionment
Friday, 29 December 2017 22:54

A Disillusionment

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A Disillusionment by Chris Norris  It sounds counter-intuitive. How can the ‘Jewish State’ or the Zionist movement be anti-Semitic? But several of US President Donald Trump’s appointments have made it clearer than ever. He leads the most pro-Israel US administration in history, even while appointing key figures with anti-Semitic ties…
The Hate-Song of J. William Rees-Mogg
Monday, 11 December 2017 14:14

The Hate-Song of J. William Rees-Mogg

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The Hate-Song of J. William Rees-Mogg by Chris Norris My name is Jacob Rees-Mogg, andI’ll have you peasants knowI'm here to save this precious landFrom many a deadly foe. I'm ten years old but please don't laugh;I'm grown-up as can be.I read the Daily TelegraphAnd that’s the rag for me.…
Patrick Kavanagh_monument at Grand Canal, Dublin
Thursday, 30 November 2017 16:25

Patrick Kavanagh

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On the 50th anniversary of Patrick Kavanagh's death, Jenny Farrell draws out some of the political meanings of Patrick Kavanagh's poem Epic.  The Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh (21 October 1904 – 30 November 1967), who died fifty years ago, is not as well known internationally as he should be. He…
on that day
Wednesday, 29 November 2017 23:32

on that day

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on that day by Steve Pottinger on that day when we can barely hear ourselves think for the pealing of church bells the cheering of crowds when the pubs are full  and the street parties last  till every bottle’s empty and the sun is crawling over the rooftops for the…
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