I wished upon a falling meteorite last week..
That kind of love never fades.
My gasp aloud. My skipped beat.
I know there are no pretences is wanting peace and happiness for you; and wanting you to be alive. And wanting to believe that wishing something, could bring you and me together again.
Despite every rational bone that ever existed,
I wished for you to be alive and happy.
Always shining brightly.
My hope and my love.
Rest in Peace my dear Sister.
Ode to The Commons
[Tear gassed for resisting the destruction of a public park – to make way for yet another shopping centre].
Go Team Capitalism!
Faster, Stronger, Quicker. Go Team! Beat those protesters till they bleed. Beat them till their eyes roll around in their heads; and they never dare take to the streets again.. beat them. Beat them hard.
Some concerned countries have made mute noises about the ‘heavy-handed action of Turkish police against protesters’. Who makes the tear gas? Who makes the rubber bullets? Do riot police in other countries actually treat protestors differently? Remember Genoa. Everyday in Rossport. If it’s not batons, it’s the constant surveillance – a true sign of a totalitarian regime.
Go Team Capitalism! Kill the planet! Take the Commons! What communities! Long live our ever increasing profits and corresponding share price!
I had a wonderful night in Smock Alley Theatre last night – celebrating the life of the late Dennis O’Driscoll. Three wonderful poets read – Seamus Heaney, Matthew Hollis and Michael Hoffman. A night which will stay with me for a long time.
This podcast is something I come back to time and time again: http://www.lannan.org/events/audio-player/1207/553/
Wish the weekend was longer
and the social anxiety didn’t stop me.
All the plans that never came through.
All the hopes that faded to nothing.
Ah melancholia.. begone.