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Poet Kevin Barrington

 

Kevlar For The Soul
(For Liz )

Yo
Listen up
Just been told.
Am on
An active waiting list.
For
A ward.
So….
Congratulations may be in order
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But really, where else would you find me?
Hardly on the passive one
Cos that doesn’t sound at all like me.
I’m the active dude
On the active list
That’s right, that’s cool, that’s just
That’s perfectly suited to me.
Yippee
A ward
A ward
A ward
Another a ward
In a life that’s been full of on and off
A ward
A ward
For scallywagging Scallywagging
All across the universe.
Think we started out with politics
And a little bit of rock n roll
A dalliance with the Saatchi Bros
Before the toxic beauty of Cambodia
Took its inevitable toll
Then somewhere between grim grim Bosnia
And Africa’s riotous machete glint glow
I just fucking ran
Full out of Kevlar
Kevlar for the soul

Now I need you back Mr Kevlar.
God I need you back real bad
Cos Kevin here has just been told
The a ward they have granted him

Is the very same one
They granted
To a wonderful sweet august person
That just happened to be
His dear dear Dad
That’s right you heard me
The same as my dear dear Dad
I don’t think I can overstate this
My dear dear Dad
Dear dear Dad
Dear
Dear
Dad
How
I miss you
Then I listen out
And catch his voice.
In its loving judicious tone
And he is saying
Don’t panic, relax now
My sweet sweet son
The Kevlar I can offer you
Is the fact you won’t be alone.
The fact
You won’t be alone

Kevin Barrington

February, 2020

Pic: Conor Horgan

Previously: Kevin Barrington on Broadsheet

The recreation of a defensive barricade in Aleppo, Syria erected last year at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin

Berlin Aleppo

I’m a Dublin dog
Barking mad
The sky ripped with Chinese explosion
I’m a cat in Idlib
howling at the bloody moon
crisscrossed by irate fighter
I am a Raqqa rat
Loving it!
Glad we stayed
Unlike Aleppo foxes scuttling away
Some now thinking of return
We hear
But to what?
Fleeing over greedy land, heartless sea, bitter border guard and always the indiscriminate baton
Walking
Walking
Walking
Spittle
Anger
Suspicion
The chorus:
”Fuck off home’
Home
Home?
Angry spitting crowds bearing batons.
Cowering, why why enough enough
Others came with care and clothing
To be fair
And we were suspicious
cos they sought nothing in return.
Suspicious of kindness
But not far the noise, the noise
‘FUCK OFF HOME’ they roared
Home
Home?
‘Where is my home? Do I have a home?’ my friend asked.
Then he went into the trees
Into the silence
Then in the quiet of night
A small window lured him
Into the still grand life of Berlin’s fabled Pergamon
There inside:
Aleppo
Aleppo
Ancient Aleppo
Before the dust
In all its quirky courtyard beauty
Aleppo
before the mosaic of madness
Aleppo
My dusty ruined friend
Aleppo
Here you are now .
Here we are now.
Both you and I together at last
at this forbidden time
This city that knows the destruction of ours.
I lie down and weep.
Amongst our pristine beauty
My roars, my tears, my howls, my art, my city, my country!
Roar as alarms shriek across Berlin city
And here some will say no gratitude
Other will pray for salvation.
Pray for salvation.

Kevin Barrington

Kevin Barrington

Pic: Getty

Kevin Barrington’s Wriot

This Thursday at the Leeson Lounge, Upper Leeson Street, Dublin 2 at 8pm. Free

Poet Kevin writes:

It’s always a good mad mash up of music and word, an anarchic arc taking you from folk to rap, bards to beats. Money in hat. And a great night guaranteed. Kicks off 8pm this time because of the extensive line-up…

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Kevin Barrington – Love You Long Time

An Irish poet Live and UNLEASHED in Paris.

Kevin writes:

The last number in a set I did last week in Paris supporting Lydia Lunch. Realised the hip Parisian crowd was not picking on fast paced subtle humour.

So I thought I had better do some pure intensity (@2.13) – transpired it was laced with irritation at the people talking down the back.

But it worked. Thankfully. Exhausting though.

Caution: Some very saucy language.

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From top: Poet Kevin Barrington; Donald Trump


Pure Crystal Rage

Ronald McDonald
Begat
Sociopath
Clowns
Now
They
Are
All there
Out
Dancing
On the edge of
Trump Town

Yeah
They are all there
Out dancing
On the edge of Trump Town

Appalachian Desperation
– It too-
Is coming to town

And there’s nothing
Post-factual
-Or dare I say atomised –
About
That
Weimar
Sound

No
There’s nothing post-factual
About
That
Weimar
Sound

Donald
Donald
Sieg Heil Donald
We’re cookin’
We’re cookin’

We’re
Cookin’
Today

So
Go
Fuck
Fuck
Yr
New World Order

We got
Pure
Crystal
Rage

I said
Go
Fuck
Fuck
Your
New World Order

We
Got
Pure
Crystal
Rage

Kevin Barrington

Pic: Conor Horgan

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Ask the bar person.

They love making a brew.

Soulful spoken wordsmith Kevin Barrington (of controversial cat women poem fame) and friends take to the informal stage of the Leeson Lounge, Leeson Street, Dublin  to rant rave laugh and sing TOMORROW at 9pm.

Money in the hat.

Your money.

Kevin Barrington (Facebook)

Previously : Kevin Barrington on Broadsheet

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Spoken word prophet Kevin Barrington will be in the Leeson Lounge, Leeson Street, Dublin tomorrow night supporting singer Kevin Doherty as part of the Ranelagh Arts Festival.

This (above) is Kevin performing his much-loved cyber poem ‘I Love The Internet’ with blinding animation by Bruce Ryder.

Kevin Barrington (Facebook)