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

Free the peas!
Friday, 22 February 2019 16:29

where we got the importance of peas from

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where we got the importance of peas from by Martin Hayes there have always been jobs ever since we were able to stand upand grew handsthings to clean things to cook things to count things to watchthings to tie up like shoes and birthday presentsthings to ironlike shirts and petticoats…
In praise of strangeness
Thursday, 21 February 2019 10:37

In praise of strangeness

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Fran Lock writes in praise of a working-class poetics that revels in richness and strangeness, and includes a strange and rich poem taken from her forthcoming collection with Culture Matters, In Need of Saints. For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence.…
Cuneiform
Monday, 18 February 2019 11:42

Cuneiform

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This poem is written in memory of Tom Leonard, 1948-2018, see here. Cuneiform by Peter Clive Everything lies in ruins. This Glasgowis an ancient ruined city by the Euphratesafter some rival, or barbarian invasion,or simply the passage of time has had its way,gap sites where ziggurats once stood, shardsscattered across…
Pigeon problem
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 14 February 2019 20:59

Pigeon problem

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pigeon problem by Martin Hayes and Jamie Thrasivoulu I got a letter from the council inviting me to attend a meeting in the old youth clubthat has now been shut downand turned into a council officeto talk about the pigeon problem we get these pigeons you see around our flats…
For Jeremy Hardy
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 06 February 2019 09:48

For Jeremy Hardy

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For Jeremy Hardy (1961-2019) by Christopher Norris The only way you can ever accuse a Conservative of hypocrisy is if they walk past a homeless person without kicking him in the face. It seems a shallow observation, but . . . . the Tory Conference are not an attractive lot,…
Shabbigentile
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 30 January 2019 19:41

Shabbigentile

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Peter Raynard introduces Alan Morrison's new collection, Shabbigentile, available here In novels and films, plays even, there are state-of-the-nation portrayals aplenty. From Dickens to Jez Butterworth’s Jerusalem, the rich and the poor are double acts on a political stage that is the United Kingdom. In poetry? Not so much. The…
Shayari: the progressive power of Urdu poetry
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 24 January 2019 10:18

Shayari: the progressive power of Urdu poetry

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Shayari by Christopher Norris In a Delhi hockey stadium in December, about 100,000 people of various ages, genders, and classes flooded in for two days of poetry, debates, food and calligraphy sessions. It was Jashn-e-Rekhta, a three-day Urdu cultural festival, and its popularity reflects a wider appreciation for Urdu poetry.…
Portrait of Robert Burns (after Skirving)
Tuesday, 22 January 2019 20:01

Robert Burns the Democrat

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Download PDF Norrie Paton introduces this well-known pamphlet by J. R. Campbell, Robert Burns: The Democrat, which was first published in 1945, and has now been republished by the Communist Party of Britain. It is available above as a free downloadable pdf, with the permission of the CPB. I was…
Franz Magnitz Lied
Tuesday, 15 January 2019 14:18

Franz Magnitz Lied

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The latest squib from Kevin Higgins follows these events and is a re-write/parody of the Horst-Wessel song, see here. Frank Magnitz Lied* after Horst Wessel by Kevin Higgins We button tight our leather breeches. We prance down Friedrichstrasse, everything clenched.Our comrade, Frank, laid gloriously low on the car-park concreteby what…
It's a new morning
Wednesday, 05 December 2018 17:27

It's a new morning

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It’s a new morning by Marilyn Francis It’s a new morningpay attentionto the pig’s headand its mouthful of fleshpay attentionto the workersin stolen trainersand nowhere to run. It’s a new morningover fieldsover orchardsand broke-back pickerspicking for next-to-nothingpay attentionto the babyripping up booksin his cot. It’s a new morningover Gotham Citya…
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