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

Us Too
Friday, 17 November 2017 10:32

Us Too

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Us too by Fran Lock 1: And at the knackered traffic lights, the lads, led about by their soft-boiled bellies like pregnant seahorses; regimental maniacs in berets, khaki slacks and symptomatic tattoos, checking their reflections in their steel toe-caps. It’s Friday night, and I am walking the tusky ramparts of…
A Double Act
Friday, 17 November 2017 10:10

A Double Act

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A Double Act by S. O. Fasrus 'But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isn’t a question. It’s a predicament for them - Louis C K It's fifteen years laterwe're rueing the…
To the Wife of an All-Too-Interventionist Foreign Secretary
Friday, 17 November 2017 09:45

To the Wife of an All-Too-Interventionist Foreign Secretary

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To the Wife of an All-Too-Interventionist Foreign Secretary by Chris Norris Note: This piece is an updated reprise of Edgell Rickword’s mid-1930s poem ‘To the Wife of Any Non-Interventionist Statesman’. Rickword was addressing those mainly Conservative politicians who opposed sending military aid to the Republican Government in Spain on grounds…
Flight and Fall
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 27 November 2017 13:33

Flight and Fall

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David Betteridge has written a commemorative work of prose and poetry especially for this Russian Revolution section of Culture Matters. An extract from the poetry is given in ebook format here, along with some illustrations by Bob Starrett. Flight and Fall looks back at the events of 1917 from the standpoint of Glasgow in 2017.  
Valhalla on my round
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 28 October 2017 17:06

Valhalla on my round

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Valhalla on my Round by Jon Tait I’ve seen themstruggling to get a round up in the fitting,the old boys with white hair,odd bits of uniform; a blue wool V-neckissued in the 90s,a tie, worn and threadbare as their dreams,as they sink under trays of mail,shrinking as another grey bag…
Muses and Bruises
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 11 October 2017 15:27

Muses and Bruises

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Culture Matters has published a brilliant new collection of poetry called Muses and Bruises by Fran Lock, an activist, writer and illustrator, and one of the finest political poets writing in Britain today. Her feminist and socialist poetry weaves psychological insight and social awareness into themes of poverty, mental health…
Letter to W. H. Auden
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 03 October 2017 20:14

Letter to W. H. Auden

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by Christopher Norris Note This verse-letter is written in Rhyme Royal, the seven-line stanza-form (rhyming ababbcc) that goes back to some of the earliest English poetry and was taken up by W.H. Auden in his ‘Letter to Lord Byron’. The piece first appeared in Letters from Iceland (1937), a jointly-authored…
National Poetry Day: Vignettes of Working Class Exhaustion
Wednesday, 27 September 2017 20:25

National Poetry Day: Vignettes of Working Class Exhaustion

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Vignettes of Working Class Exhaustion by Fran Lock Malkin Sacred, not wise, the black cat's acidcasualty stare, traversing a crumblingcul-de-sac, under a starlessly inkjet sky.We cross each other's path, and sheleans into my unluck, a clot of deeperdark, unstuck from the rest of the night.Then she is gone, the quick…
National Poetry Day: Pretend
Wednesday, 27 September 2017 13:31

National Poetry Day: Pretend

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Pretend by a postal worker pretend that the scars on your knuckles come from boxing, not letterboxesmake out that the pains in your neck are just age, the snaps in your knees,the feet worn rough by work shoes slanted at heels, soles like a burst couch,front up that you’ll not…
The World Transformed, Brighton
Wednesday, 27 September 2017 08:49

National Poetry Day: Ciúnas/Quiet

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Ciúnas/Quiet after Camillo Sbarbero by Kevin Higgins Ciúnas, sad person, these are the greatdays when one must speak without whining.The children of the long political sleep forced awake. Like a vine heavy with grapes in peak season,laughing at its own potential riches,I don’t think I shall die againand now know…
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