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

Canzone to an Underground Flow
Friday, 22 May 2020 17:29

Canzone to an Underground Flow

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Canzone to an Underground Flow by Jane Burn There is a river underfoot. The road bearsabove it, thickly set. Every while, a squareof red-iron drain, skidded worn – pinned below spinsof tready-rubber, spin wheel repetitions.Blinkered to the water’s secret flow, they lietheir metal eyes, choosing the upwards pale sky,its woeful…
Red Biddy
Thursday, 21 May 2020 16:46

Red Biddy

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Red Biddy by Fran Lock red biddy, noun, a mixture of cheap wine and methylated spirits. biddy, noun, of unknown origin; probably influenced by the use of biddy denoting an Irish maidservant, from Biddy, pet form of the given name Bridget . ‘All you young people now take my advice…
Almarks: Radical Poetry from Shetland
Saturday, 09 May 2020 12:28

Almarks: Radical Poetry from Shetland

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Jim Mainland introduces a new anthology of radical poetry from Culture Matters What is radical poetry? And can it change anything? The poems in ‘Almarks’ are radical in different ways. Some are explicitly political in content, while others are more indirectly observational and personal. Some are radical in style and…
Guerilla Christ
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 08 April 2020 18:39

Guerilla Christ

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Guerilla Christ, By Alfredo Rostgaard féachann sé isteachi gcroí gach caipitlí -Críost treallchogaí he sees into the heartof every capitalist -guerrilla Christ he seis intae the herto ilka capitalist -guerrilla ChristLeagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald 資本家の心を見入るゲリラの(救世)主Leagan Seapáiníse: Mariko Sumikura
Pietà
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 08 April 2020 14:27

Pietà

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Pietà After the mural by Maxo Vanka by Fran Lock we have held him too, and wept our reticentalchemy. have worn our aura of knives. haverocked these cumbersome puppets: sons, brothers, fathers, all our lovely waywardvanguard. a ventriloquist’s doll, death madeof him. we have covered our hair. we have entered…
Markham Main
Friday, 03 April 2020 08:10

Markham Main

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 Markham Main by Sarah Wimbush Afternoons, they meet upon street corners like old youths planning revolution. Gaffers, fathers, brothers -an hour at the Club with a pint.Go over the end again, and again. How they were the last by three daysto stay out in Yorkshire.How they’d gu back tomorra. After…
Covid-19: The General Speaks of His Sorrow
Sunday, 29 March 2020 13:39

Covid-19: The General Speaks of His Sorrow

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A poem in Irish and English by Gabriel Rosenstock, with image by Otto Dix called Wounded Soldier Covid 19: The General Speaks of His Sorrow by Gabriel Rosenstock Self-isolation . . .These bitter days When can I send battalionsOf raw young menTo warTo crush their bonesAnd the bones of others…
Questions From The Dead
Saturday, 28 March 2020 21:33

Questions From The Dead

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Questions from the Dead by K. Satchidanandan Which country’s border was Hiuen Tsang crossing when, on a donkey, he crossed the Himalayan pass with a sack full of Buddhist texts? Whence came the races that spokeDravidian and Aryan tongues? Was there no one in Indiawhen they landed here? Not even…
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