Category Archives: Poetry

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In case you missed it.

Ireland’s poet anti-laureate Dave Lordan (he of aggro-lit bedrock The Bogman’s Cannon) has a new radio show, with newly-active online station Dublin Digital Radio, simply monikered The Pirate Show.

Writes himself:

An Alt.lit show with emphasis on the singing poet tradition then & now, live lit, performance, & spoken word/music crossovers in all their forms. For the first show I will be briefly interviewing Ewan McColl’s proud ghost, & talking in more detail to rebel writer Sorcha Fox.

Also featuring Conchúr Ó Ceallaigh, Olive Groove, Jinx Lennon, Sisterix, The Sons of Slum, Katie Freeney, The King Blues, The Dubtones, Kate Tempest, Rafeef Ziadah, Adrian Mitchell, Natasha Helen Crudden, Daniel Wade, Captain Moonlight, Jinx Lennon & Paula Flynn.

Tune in – great craic & inspiration guaranteed.

Avast, etc.

The Pirate Show

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Alvy Carragher writes:

You’ve shared my videos a few times, this is one about a poem (‘Numb’) you’ve previously published which was trolled quite horrifically. It’s called Unsolicited Advice from a Failed Male Poet. And there was an article put up on the Guardian about it for a bit of background.

READ ON: Irish Poet Who Wrote About Rape Ordeal Hits Back At Online Trolls (Guardian)

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‘They Don’t Sell Pregnancy Test Kits This Late’ – a new poem by Alvy Carragher, who writes:

This one deals with that awful moment when you’re not sure if you’re pregnant and the shame/angst/options that you inevitably end up weighing in your mind. I think it’s important at the minute because we are hoping to repeal the 8th, and the more people that learn to understand the position women are in, the better.

Previously: Mordor On The Dancefloor

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Seasonally-attired protestors at yesterday’s anti-Irish Water demonstration

PE Power rhymes:

People thronged till Dublin felt
Alive as downtown Delhi
Your heart couldn’t help but swell with pride
(Unless you’re Alan Kelly)

Placards, blackguards, taps on hats
Young and old and middle
Oh how your soul would sing for joy
(While D*n*s joined in on the fiddle)

Some say 100,000 marched
Chanting for our deliverance
RTE’s stooge saw a thousand or two.
Or should we split the difference?

United in a common cause –
No bond so great as unjust laws –
Government trembling, war declared…
Enda Kenny wakes up pale and scared
Reaches for his Times, smiles as he reads –
“Sinn Fein took over.” Exactly what he needs.

(Pic: Barbara McCarthy)