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

Fixers: post-election thoughts
Thursday, 02 January 2020 18:54

Fixers: post-election thoughts

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Fixers: post-election thoughts by Christopher Norris, with image by Martin Gollan Now the year was twenty-twentyAnd the times were looking bad,For although the rich had plentyThey clung tight to what they had. There were rich folk in big houses,There were poor folk on the street,And the rich said 'stuff your…
After the Latest Defeat
Monday, 30 December 2019 22:36

After the Latest Defeat

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After the Latest Defeatby David Betteridge The defenders are not demoralised,nor do they abandon their positions,even among the ruins,nor do they lose faith in their own strengthor their own future. - Antonio Gramsci I Can wells,that a long drought made bitter,self-restore? Can sparks,scattered from a beaten fire,be raked in, and…
The Tory Cake
Sunday, 29 December 2019 09:18

The Tory Cake

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The Tory Cake by Robert Phoenix For the Tory cake add 8 pounds of the finest flour for the landed gentryAnd 2 pounds of sugar for the corporate rich bastards For the exploited working-class cakeadd 4 pounds of wood shavings and some floor dust and a tiny thimble full of…
Tiocfaidh Do Lá
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 24 December 2019 09:52

Tiocfaidh Do Lá

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Tiocfaidh Do Lá by Kevin Higgins Dear great-uncle-in-law in Larne, who secretly thinks people should cease picking on the poor Duke of York. You punched the air so vigorously the night Doris Johnson won his victory and properorder was temporarily restored that your wife was about to speed-dial the cardiologist…
Backlash
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 18 December 2019 14:19

Backlash

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Backlash by Nameafter Nina Simone by Kevin Higgins, with image by Martin Gollan The moment you grow too surehe sends the world into reverse;one by one, begins taking back your Christmas presents and keepstaking until you have lessthan you had December the first,the year you were born. He stuffs you…
Shame
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 16 December 2019 15:54

Shame

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Shame by Ray Miller The morning after, my wife said she didn'tknow anybody who voted Tory,as if they might be possessed of two heads. One for public display, one kept hidden,like the wicked witch in a fairy story,who every five years produces a hex. She'd woken to find a transfigured…
The Buttering of the Bread
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 16 December 2019 10:38

The Buttering of the Bread

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The Buttering of the Bread by Rob Walton, with image by Martin Gollan Just because I changed to the Toriespeople tell me I don't knowwhich side my bread is butteredwhen in actual factand no word of a liethe smiling Mr Johnsonbuttered both sides. He covered one side in our beloved…
black friday
Saturday, 14 December 2019 09:27

black friday

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black friday by Fran Lock, with unlovable labour by Steev Burgess hours awake, the news beginsits lisping instrumental. incidentalmusic for a hunger strike. the tv'sbland incitements. johnson's mouth,a gimmicked sleeve. dandelionand atomised, we barely breathe.hours awake. cities: slagheapsof a mass extinction. burningdirty crack-rock earth. we areready. for the end times,…
Enough
Friday, 13 December 2019 19:39

Enough

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Enough by Steve Pottinger And so, it comes.That winter morning when you wakeand find that you have had enough. You will give it up, you tell yourself,retreat to the hills, the coast,a cottage, a boat, a hutsome place out on the edge of it all.Anywhere but here. Anything but this.…
Begin again
Friday, 13 December 2019 18:42

Begin again

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Begin Again(For Jack Merrit) by Chris Nash Breathe in the bitter despair,Now breathe out the freer airAnd join, deep out - deep in This morning, crisp and clear... Yes, it’s true, ice and undeniableThose golden leaves of reasonHave been shaken to earth again,Once again they’ve made us foolsTo believe their…
The Election: Tampering
Wednesday, 11 December 2019 14:24

The Election: Tampering

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Tampering by Christopher Norris Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. - W.B. Yeats Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings. - W.H. Auden For poetry makes nothing happen: it survivesIn the valley of its…
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