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

In Praise of Communism
Tuesday, 17 April 2018 11:52

In Praise of Communism

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The outstanding German communist playwright and poet Bertolt Brecht was born on 10 February 1898, 120 years ago. To celebrate the anniversary, Jenny Farrell has sent us one of his poems, which was translated by her father, Jack Mitchell. The image is by Mark Titchner, an artist who lives and…
In Praise of Communism
Friday, 09 February 2018 22:21

In Praise of Communism

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The outstanding German communist playwright and poet Bertolt Brecht was born on 10 February 1898, 120 years ago. To celebrate the anniversary, Jenny Farrell has sent us one of his poems, which was translated by her father, Jack Mitchell. The image is by Mark Titchner, an artist who lives and works…
The Communist Hypothesis: ten lessons from Alain Badiou
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 30 January 2018 11:26

The Communist Hypothesis: ten lessons from Alain Badiou

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The Communist Hypothesis: ten lessons from Alain Badiou by Chris Norris We know that communism is the right hypothesis. All those who abandon this hypothesis immediately resign themselves to the market economy, to parliamentary democracy – the form of state suited to capitalism – and to the inevitable and 'natural'…
stitching this universe together
K2_PUBLISHED_ON 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…
The Divided Self: a poem for Burns Night
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 25 January 2018 11:43

The Divided Self: a poem for Burns Night

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 The Divided Self by Keith Armstrong 'When'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her.' (Robert Burns). Such an eye in a human head,from the toothless babyto the toothless man,the Edinburgh wyndsbleed whisky.Through all the Daft Days,we drink and greein the local howffs,dancing downBread Street.Like burns with Burnsthese…
Come in number 45, your time is up
K2_PUBLISHED_ON 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
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?
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…
The rich man
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…
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