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‘Yes’ canvassing last night from top: Charleville, Co Cork ; Dublin south and Sligo

Easy And Clear

This one is easy. This one is clear
It’s not usually easy.
Most of the time, when you knock on the door,
And you clear your throat when they answer
You’re at the end of a long process.

You read too much and argued too much,
And it wasn’t easy or clear.
But you picked a side and followed the colours
And when they opened the door you smiled
As if it was easy and clear.

But here, now, this time, at last,
It is easy and it is clear.
Easier than voting for love, for equality.
Now we can vote for the right to look
At our friends in the eye, as equals.

John Moynes

Pics via Yes Equality

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“Camden Street, Harcourt Street, George’s Street, Smock Alley.
No bells from the churches, no urban foxes, no first snowflakes.
Just the boom-boom of a bass, somewhere in the distance.
Rats skittering, across sodden blankets, beds of needles.
On our journey, people laughing, having the craic.
Making the most of their night out, under Christmas lights,
strung high on streets, over strung-out people.
On Grafton Street, a Gucci sign beams over the remnants of humanity.”

Enda Kenny on his time with the homeless in the Dáil this afternoon

Kenny gives personal ‘snapshot’ on plight of homeless (RTÉ)

(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)



Hardcore.

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‘Electric Picnic’

By All-Ireland slam poetry champion John Cummins.

John will be appearing this weekend….at the picnic.

Kalle writes:

“With the Electric Picnic just around the proverbial rainy corner, I wanted to shine a light on one of the other areas at the festival that often gets ignored in favour of the big name acts (who already have plenty of hype and publicity behind them in fairness). For anyone interested in some witty, wacky, wise wordplay, then look no further than our brownbread mixtape show on The Word stage in Mindfield (Sat & Sun @ 5pm).
This year we will have our usual mix of Goons style radio sketches, as well as the reigning All Ireland Slam Poetry Champion, John Cummins, as well as lyrical legend Pearse McGloughlin on the bill. The stage itself, run by the shamanic Marty Mulligan, always features a brilliant array of spoken word and hip-hop artists. Worth a gander when you feel like unplugging from the madness…”

The Brownbread Mixtape – Two Shows at Electric Picnic 2014! (BrownbreadMixTape)

CCI16082014CCI16082014_00122012-12-02+17.43.49Alvy Carragher (above), Hobbits (top) and Gollum

The Trials and Tribulations of Being a Hobbit Magnet

The kind of men who usually line up to date me,
look like something that crawled out of the shire,

As far as Middle Earth goes, there’s actually plenty,
of men in the Fellowship I’d happily admire.

I’d give up on poetry and follow them to Mordor,
but those aren’t the sort that come knocking on my door.

No those aren’t the sort that climb down my chimney,
I get ginger-beards with pot-bellies that remind me of Gimli.

It gets awkward when they ask for a date,
because they remind me of this hobbit I hate…

Who took ‘Hell No’ to mean ‘Hell Yes’, because his hearing was damaged,
and he thought it was fate, because we’re both vertically challenged.

See short men think my height is an open-invitation,
I’ll map the hairs on their feet and end their frustration.

They sometimes salivate in the front row,
because perhaps they’re sleeping or hoping to grow…

Or they just don’t have girls on their side of the Shire,
so now I’m on stage they think I’m for hire.

And hobbits are resilient, they don’t understand never,
they think it’s my way of being witty and clever.

So there’s no point in telling a hobbit no,
they’ve a tendency to never let these things go…

But they’re not as bad as the guy that looks like Gollum,
who looked in my eyes all regal and solemn,

and told me not to worry because he’s broken too,
and I walked away because that’s nothing new.

Then there’s the men that try to act mysterious,
going hot and cold to get me delirious…

I guess in their heads they are channelling Aragorn,
but that ship has sailed and those shoes are worn.

The worst is a guy that reminds me of Gandalf,
one of those drama-kings that don’t do anything by half.

He read me his poems by the light of the moon,
with what I assume was dementia, thinking I’d swoon.

I wanted to tell him he was as old as my granddad,
but I’m not the kind of girl that makes geriatrics feel bad.

My problem isn’t that they’re short, bald, dying or fat,
it’s that I’m on stage to be listened to, not looked at.

By Alvy Carragher

Alvy will be performing Trials and Tribulations’ and other works at the Electric Picnic.

Fully illustrated version of the poem here.

Previously: One Night Stands That Don’t Sound Like One Night Stands

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Heavy Load by Padraig Power, age 11, from Tipperary.

Meadhb Smith writes:

“Padraig was the winner of the primary senior category of the Trocaire and Poetry Ireland Poetry competition 2013. His poem compares a school child’s struggle to carry a school bag with the struggle of a girl in Africa to carry a heavy load of water. We posted the poem [link below] as part of our Lenten campaign/Trocaire box, which this year is about the global water crisis.”

Eleven.

Trocaire (Facebook)