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Continue reading →: Tony Harrison – Northern soul
Marked with D When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven not unlike those he fuelled all his life, I thought of his cataracts ablaze with Heaven and radiant with the sight of his dead wife, light streaming from his mouth to shape her name, ‘not Florence…
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Continue reading →: Tupac – a thug’s life?
Only God Can Judge Me” (feat. Rappin 4-Tay) [Intro: 2Pac] Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherf***ers get out my business [Verse One: 2Pac] Perhaps I was blind…
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Continue reading →: Seamus Heaney – one of the greats
Clearances (III) When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: Cold comforts set between us, things to share Gleaming in a bucket of clean water. And…
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Continue reading →: Poems on the London Underground
This website lists poems that are displayed on tube trains in London. A pretty good selection. http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/corporate/projectsandschemes/artmusicdesign/poems/
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Continue reading →: Linton Kwesi Johnson
Inglan Is A Bitch – Linton Kwesi Johnson w´en mi jus´ come to Landan toun mi use to work pan di andahgroun but workin´ pan di andahgroun y´u don´t get fi know your way around Inglan is a bitch dere´s no escapin it Inglan is a bitch dere´s no runnin´ whey fram it mi get…
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Continue reading →: Francis Ledwidge
Sentiments that should be heeded in every age: Oh what a pleasant world ‘twould be, How easy we’d step thro’ it, If all the fools who meant no harm, Could manage not to do it! http://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/poetry/fledwidge.html
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Continue reading →: John Hewitt – not just a great bar
John Hewitt’s poetry (http://library.ulster.ac.uk/craine/hewitt/work.htm#if ) If I should be remembered after this, pray providence it be by happy men who do not feel the skull behind the kiss, the bony knuckles round the rusting pen, but summon from the stiff archaic words a heart whose pulse in its best moments…
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Continue reading →: odespinner is in Donegal
How quickly it can all change from wondrous beauty to grey dullness. A little too much cloud, persistent rain and the landscape no longer captures the imagination but becomes dreary and indoors is the only place to be, preferably with a fire banked up with turf and a mug of…
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Continue reading →: Greetings from an ode spinner
Hi Bloggging about odes, poems, rhymes should be easy enough, I hope. There once was a man who thought he might be able to sell the odd ode online. He was cruelly disabused of that notion. The world is not yet ready for what might loosely be described as humorous…