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Crackle & Drag: April 2013
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Tuesday, 30 April 2013. Save Ulster From Sodomy. In the late 70s and early 80s Ian Paisley led the Save Ulster From Sodomy. Campaign, a largely Unionist affair, to prevent the decriminalisation of homosexuality in Northern Ireland. Yesterday the Northern Ireland Assembly voted against the Equal Marriage Bill. Ironically the Unionists were supported and lobbied by their old foes the Catholic Church. Save Ulster From Sodomy. Billboard alongside Belfast Gay Pride Parade. Papists rule out rubbers. It was a C...
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Crackle & Drag: The Absolute Need
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Tuesday, 3 September 2013. Owls hoot in the oaks. The jasmine is heady,. I look from the window. And watch them together. Scoop the moon from. Drunk & unsteady,. We'll be happy forever. I'm 54 and I'm ready. We are marked,. We are blessed,. So I'm keeping the vigil. To honour the guest,. With my absolute need. To do the right thing -. We've agreed, we've concurred. I've given my word,. You'll accede and comply. We're putting you first,. With my absolute need. So urgent we must,. Absorbed in the moment.
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Crackle & Drag: Poetic Champions Compose
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Monday, 14 October 2013. I love the works of Yorkshire poet Simon Armitage. Was asked to give three pieces of advice to aspiring poets and he said, "Read, read and read". It's good advice but I think the poetic impulse arises earlier. It made me think about my own history, how my love of words arose. The child is the father of the man' ( Wordsworth. My poor old bones, I've only two,. A broom shank and a broken stave,. My ragged gloves are a disgrace,. My one peg foot is in the grave. I sang. Bizarre!
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Crackle & Drag: September 2013
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Tuesday, 3 September 2013. Owls hoot in the oaks. The jasmine is heady,. I look from the window. And watch them together. Scoop the moon from. Drunk & unsteady,. Well be happy forever. Im 54 and Im ready. We are marked,. We are blessed,. So Im keeping the vigil. To honour the guest,. With my absolute need. To do the right thing -. Weve agreed, weve concurred. Ive given my word,. Youll accede and comply. Were putting you first,. With my absolute need. So urgent we must,. Absorbed in the moment. Listen to ...
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Crackle & Drag: August 2013
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Sunday, 18 August 2013. Twenty brands of cornflakes. On the supermarket shelf. A myriad minor choices -. But is there something else? Sixty flavours of jam,. A hundred kinds of pop. Tons of trivial choices -. But only one place to shop. Friday, 16 August 2013. I bought you coffee -. Always did on Sunday morning at the Clock Cafe. We'd sit at the window people watching,. Sometimes you'd mock me and say,. Don't you have any mirrors at home",. Or "Ooo don't look now, spot the gay". My retort was just as bad,.
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Crackle & Drag: May 2013
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Sunday, 19 May 2013. It cannot render traction. Or the queer zero,. Immune to weak forces. Arise on threads of absence. In mechanical waves,. In the chamber of bias. Wanton longing. Dimension. Thursday, 9 May 2013. For A Second I forgot. For A Second I forgot. I counted my achievements. There were not too many,. On dismal mornings such as this. I cannot think of any. Dusting and dishes,. For second I forgot. That I was born in exile,. For a minute that my lot. Doesn't turn a profit. If my words offend.
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Crackle & Drag: February 2014
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Tuesday, 11 February 2014. The morning you crept. From the bed,. Barely aware, I heard. The rattle and thrum. Of a diesel at the curb,. Click of the catch,. Crunch of gravel,. Thud of the door. The cooled depression,. The ridge of duvet. Along my back,. You're there. Already out. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Advice For The Discombobulated. Poet, essayist, writer, sceptic. Slow food vegan who knows you can't get an ought from an is. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crackle & Drag: July 2013
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Monday, 15 July 2013. On Carmel beach he saunters. Where turquoise meets the border,. Seek signals of a different order,. Eyes the milky horizon line. For signs of calmer water. His sullen self numb. To the laughter of companions,. Neither one thing, the other or either,. Frei nor Frum, Jew nor 'Goy,'. Mount Hermon broods over Babylon. Why does he push the bar? What does his heart desire? Brittle as bone char. He's out of sorts with the desalinated state,. Where love finds it's expression. Intimate and c...
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Crackle & Drag: January 2014
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Tuesday, 21 January 2014. The Fall of Oscar Wilde. The Fall of Oscar Wilde. Low hanging fruit, a family feud,. A misspelled note, a libel suit,. Mock indignation and ire,. To please your lover liar,. A bullet made for you to fire. Sling enough mud they say. Sling enough mud, it sticks,. Exactly what the Marquis did! Like you he paid the boys in gifts. For services rendered, to lift the lid. Off your desires – and so. The gun backfires again. O the irony of it! Haughty speech and florid prose,. I love the...
