tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114422002024-03-13T20:05:56.239-07:00Ars PoeticaPoetics, writings on compositional method.
Original narrator, Jan Manzwotz, a tongue in cheek, post-avant innovative academic bore who committed suicide once his purpose as a conduit to the On Coimgne - anima mundi - apologia.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-65048803485591887092018-11-28T14:10:00.001-08:002018-11-29T20:06:57.280-08:00Avant-garde Apologia<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This piece was sparked into being by the reply of an Irish poet, Mary O'Donnell, responding to a long comment on avant-garde poetics, that I had published on a Facebook Poetry page, who wrote: <span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">This is probably worth writing an article about if you—who are you?—care about what you say. There’s no reason not to.</span></span></span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">~ </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The article is already written, published, and available for all to read <a href="https://www.facebook.com/poetryireland.eigseeireann/posts/1180000698805079" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br />Once a piece of spontaneous speculative experimental writing is written and in the purest meaning 'published', and after i have read the copy, tinkered with it, followed an instinctive editorial process I have always worked by, then arrived at the end of it; any residual desire to read the piece printed elsewhere, to send it out and see it approved of and published by another, evaporates.<br /><br />I know many will find this perhaps a very perplexing attitude, someone with an experimental writing practice wholly online, that is not engaged in the business of submitting, accruing publishing credits, and constructing a public persona and literary reputation in the usual traditional and transparently orthodox way.<br /><br />But this is due to a variety of factors. Not least the accident of birth, various personal experiences, and deliberate educational choices made in life. That combined add up to being spiritually blessed by the Tuatha De Danann people of the goddess art with a gift that brought me a uniquely bardic path, instinctive grasp and acquired understanding of what poetry is, where it comes from, and how it works in a person, body and mind, soul and spirit.<br /><br />I do not worry about my poetic worth, <a href="https://books.google.ie/books?id=ckxdDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA15&lpg=PA15&dq=l%C3%B3g+enech+poet&source=bl&ots=AQaPUwR62h&sig=Rl0AEmxetr6XbRTVt2G5UJUUZLk&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiB6dXFmvjeAhVkCcAKHYCQDZIQ6AEwDnoECAUQAQ#v=onepage&q=l%C3%B3g%20enech%20poet&f=false" target="_blank">lóg enech</a>, and 'face price' that all Irish poets and bardic luvvies once measured one another's worldly reputations by. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I have learned how to write and earn a rhyme on a wholly different and ancient literary path and route that leads to learning of and acquiring the keys and codes with which to unlock what others whose journeys in letters do not arrive at the same source of literary inspiration and attainment, perceive as an impenetrable mystery, and consider it a waste of time spending twenty years learning. But to oneself it is merely the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auraicept_na_n-%C3%89ces" target="_blank">Auraicept na n-Éces</a>, Precepts of Poetry. <br /><br />I am content to be following as coherently as I can in the footsteps of those that came before us. Who lived in letters for 1200 years before all trace of their aristocratic self-publishing manuscript tradition was virtually erased from the public consciousness. But their curriculum, tradition, and literary works are all there residing still in black and white apple pie order, in the original Gaelic and English translation, for anyone to discover, read, love, and learn by; secure in the knowledge they are on the most historically validated, tried and tested, genuine and authentic, living literary path trod by forty unbroken generations of Irish poets.<br /><br />One crucial factor making me happy out being radically different to others, is arriving later to writing in life than most, after two decades wandering clueless, lost in the dark, working a continual series of short lived manual construction jobs on building sites and later in offices, before what the British Hungarian poet, George Szirtes, calls the <i>secret levers of the universe</i> were operated, and, as if by some otherworldly design, my writing vocation appeared.<br /><br />Beginning this long route into letters digging, for real, on a shovel, with the old fella, since an early age.<br /><br />But starting out in literary terms playing Malvolio in Twelfth Night on the school stage as a verbally gifted fourteen year old class clown and would be thespian.<br /><br />During this earliest schoolboy process of rote memorization learning how to hear, listen, recite and understand what to most at that age is complex and off putting poncey and pretentious Shakespearean verse. But having drunk at a precociously early age a full bardic proof of the English language, the light of a very bright inner flame and life long love of competitive spoken word was lit. And although it came close to going out once or twice, has, touch wood, never left me as a source of succor and escape, especially during the long hard years when I was still yet to write anything down.<br /><br />And in a typical tale I spent the first two decades of my dream life, reliant on only my youthful good looks and natural unschooled wit. Going nowhere after dropping out in the second year of sixth form to pursue a career in showbiz at the Baskin Robbins concession counter of the Piccadilly Plaza cinema on Lower Regent Street.<br /><br />Due to a combination of youthful arrogance, delusion, hubris and fate, I was unable to find a way into realizing my earliest childish dream of becoming an actor making a mix of global celluloid blockbusters and art house classics, in between performing seminal roles on the stages of National Theatres across the Anglophone world.<br /><br />I decided that life was too short to waste another year going the university route, that the easiest and quickest way to realize my dream was quit education and get a job serving ice cream, and wait for Steven Spielberg to order a cone of rocky road and spot the magic behind the costume of a young actory dreamer with a head full of poetry; then make me an offer and whisk me off to la la land to get working on the movies that would cement my early reputation as the next Kenneth Branagh.<br /><br /><br />~<br /><br /><br /> But I learned on the long and difficult sixteen year route ahead that waiting for others to spot and recognize what talent I thought i knew I possessed, meant that the only main stages I was performing on were up scaffolds installing suspended ceilings, and in a trench digging footings.<br /><br />And so by the time the first piece of spontaneous writing appeared when I was sat at my lowest point in a law office on the Old Kent Road, January second 2001, toiling away depressed, my life a joke, living in a Wood Green bedsit on the 5-9, up at five am and back home at nine pm, an unqualified, underpaid, overworked para-legal desk-jockey reading and writing all day voluminous amounts of information of various kinds, and precising it down into apple pie briefs for London's wealthiest and most successful barristers; I was simply overjoyed that finally the birth into reality of my earliest dream of being a language artist, had begun.<br /><br />As I sat there miserable at the start of the new millennium, for the first time after a year of wanting to but nothing happening, I began writing what I could see. Fag butts in an ash tray. And from documenting my misery, quickly my mind moved into mapping closest to thought in my own inner voice documenting a two page anecdote that popped out, writing at thought-speed, detached and happy, laughing inwardly and loving this brand new spiritual activity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And for the sixty minutes it took to complete, I was lost in my own imagination, joyous, focused, carried away by the new and strange but perfectly natural feeling of doing what I was born to.<br /><br />And when I woke from the compositional dream and returned to normal consciousness, my depressing joke of a life seemed that tiny bit less miserable than before the writing popped out. And what had just occurred felt very special, very new, fragile, but a slight opening. Thus, after two decades, finally, showbiz had beckoned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And instead of being an actor saying other people's lines, I could now make up my own, and perform the voices that filled my head on the page, present them and eventually myself perfectly. Remake the juddering stumbling bum brain once bright that had dimmed in light and had nearly gone out. Which was were I had ended up after two decades of utter confusion and not working out how to practically realise my dream of being a language artist.<br /><br />A light that would be rekindled with joyous effort and much studious cerebral will; return and reignite the flames fanned upon the page by writing and losing oneself in the creative literary process, composing oneself happy, step by self-sustaining joyful step. Exactly, I discovered three years later on stumbling across his prose, as Heaney described his own practice.<br /><br />A lifelong series of laying down spontaneous literary events, letters on a page, and journeys of spiritual departure and return.<br /><br />I was just very relieved to have been blessed with this burning gift of imagination by Her now in heaven who gave me birth, guides these hands to move, and of whom now i write in praise. Relieved then, fourteen years before our mother died, that I would no longer have to rely for happiness and love solely on my looks and bare unschooled wit honed on building sites, digging.<br /><br />Overjoyed that I had the beginnings of a vocation, that I could use the material of my years in silence and put the sorrow and joy to comedic and poetic use on the page, and keep my mind occupied instead of sliding into the second half of life just another working-class English person with an identity trapped in the chains of mental slavery, suffocated and silenced at birth by a thousand year old cultural class system. Its boot on the throat and at the very bottom of it.<br /><br />The English class system that had its equivalent here in the all pervasive societal control of the Catholic Church. Populated by the cruel single damaged men that culturally and mentally abused, defiled, defined, controlled, oppressed and suppressed the human potential of virtually every single Irish citizen on the island during its worst period of sickening cultural deformation over the first eight post-Independence decades after the establishment of our Republic.<br /><br />Just one of the scores of millions of working class English people without any connection to, or form of, an individually authentic literary voice with which to register one's presence and kick against the hundreds of millions of pricks in Anglophone culture that decide, judge, and measure every single success, failure and moment that I, they and we individually and collectively spend together on this earth, solely in material and monetary terms.<br /><br />And so here we are, an accident of birth, alive at this time of electronic virtual reality that has changed how we read and write, and that is entirely responsible for the creation of this wholly online practice of experimental speculative discourse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Arriving here by setting out convinced I was on the right course if I kept my head down, plodded on, ignored what the shiny shouting highly competitive mass of other ambitious luvvies were acting was the way to do it, and just stuck with the unique unimprovable original set-textual bardic filidh curriculum that produced the vast majority of Her poets, and which I studied to completion in English translation, from 2001-17.<br /><br />A course of study and curriculum that has only been possible to centre a contemporary practice of spontaneous experimental speculative discourse in since the turn of the millennium. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Because before that all the voluminous amount of set textual material that makes up what in the original was learned over twelve six-month Samhain to Beltaine semesters, was practically impossible to access unless you lived in Dublin and attended UCD, Trinity college, or the Dublin Institute for Advanced Studies, and had the ears of, and a willingness to mentor you, the very cliquey and insular Old Irish professors running the Celtic Studies departments.<br /><br />My vision is the same as the Bellaghy bard's. Once the writing is done, the piece can appear in a million books or one printed copy locked in a drawer and unread by all but the author, but the words, the text, the poem remains the same.<br /><br />This is the intellectual premise I have always had at the heart of it all. Writing is done solely to make the author happy, that is its goal, anything else is a bonus.<br /><br />Thanks very much.<br /><br />Kevin Desmond, paternal grandson of Macroom's Cornelius and Achill's Winifred Masterson, maternal grandson of Bahola's John and Mary English, the loving earthly son of Dublin and Bohla's Pauline Desmond nee Swords, toppa tha whirl, Ma!<br /><br />~<br /><br />Watching this live stream of the second half of the first round aka <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SlamPoetryHungary/videos/349429599150483/" target="_blank">semi finals of the European Slam Competition</a>, at which our eleventh annual all island slam champion 2017/18, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/poetryelf/" target="_blank">Nuala Leonard</a>, is competing with the national champions of twenty one other European countries, for one of the ten spots in the final on Friday. Mayo abú!</span>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-86412854187293386312018-03-13T07:34:00.002-07:002018-12-03T06:12:27.226-08:00Gerry Potter People's Poet Laureate<span style="font-size: large;">Written in response to this <a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10155895766381293&id=631166292" target="_blank">Facebook post</a> by Liverpool, North inner city, <a href="https://www.google.ie/search?client=firefox-b&biw=927&bih=486&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=2aSoWuneFsWUgAaZjrKgAg&q=gerard+gardens+liverpool&oq=gerard+gardens+liverpool&gs_l=psy-ab.12...0.0.0.127274.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0..0.0....0...1c..64.psy-ab..0.0.0....0.UqWXQ0fT4KE#imgrc=ytd-MuDMa6Q-jM:" target="_blank">Vauxhall</a>, Scotland Road poet, <a href="https://vimeo.com/194059285" target="_blank">Gerry Potter</a>, in which he describes himself as a memorial writer. 'I have always said, memories are the future'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"There's
one thing about Gerry that's very important. He has a strong ego but
it's an ego that can assert itself without diminishing other people. And
I think that's a rarity. It's a rarity in this city, and it's a rarity
in the world."</i> </span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2015/mar/04/liverpool-theatre-roger-hill-music" target="_blank">Roger Hill</a>. </span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">His direct straightforward unapologetically forthright poetic style and way of capturing phonetically in print the real voice has been an inspiration to meself over the years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I began referring to this adopted Mancunian resident's Scouse voice as <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/oct/28/mother-grief-city-docklands-liverpool-parent" target="_blank">England's real poet laureate</a> some years ago when commenting on the Guardian; because what he is doing and the poems he writes memorizes and recites in his one man theatre shows, are truly the voice of the real unashamedly loud proud and out essence of a uniquely inclusive warm kind English culture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One that is too clever, too creative, too full on, too honest, too real, too peroppa Scouse working-class for your average aspirational would be English courtier page poet of the barely perceptible epiphany, to respond to in anything other than awed, and, all too often, sadly, envious silence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His sincerely astonishing poetry is authentically amazing, and honestly the most powerfully visceral and memorable I have heard in a live setting in England.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life-affirming, soul-enriching, and great, in the most positive cultural sense and meaning of this often unthinkingly and tritely deployed adjective.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As my old drama tutor at Edge Hill used to say, it'll turn your cardigan inside out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And this expert life-long creative genius resides in a live poet with the most technically perfected turn on a sixpence ability I have heard in all my time as a student and listener of poetry voices, both in Dublin for the last thirteen years, and in England for the thirty-seven prior to that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One that has spent its entire theatrical existence running on stage through the full accentual register of the English language Voice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Able to tackle, take on, imitate, and perfectly capture all verbal points of nuance across the two extremes of the English accentual class register. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From the most nonthreatening and <i>pawshest </i><i>dahling lahvy poety poos ehn awfleh nace -</i> to a terrifyingly rock <i>'aard</i> in ye face <i>ooh aaarrgh ye laaargh</i> menace of a </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://signaturesliverpool.co.uk/35-boss-scouse-sayings/" target="_blank">dead boss</a> real North inner city Scotty Road Scouse.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And </span>this Old Lancashire language expert and culturally underground legend brilliantly brings the heartbreak, sorrow, and laughter-sounding love song of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGEy2MaF2_U" target="_blank">Liverpool to life in a voice</a> that "takes off like a jumbo jet set for heaven: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Carrying it's roar on winged prayer, / Jesus is in there, so are Mary and Joseph, / a religious motif kicking like a mule / schooled by gravitas, failed by school. / Gravels like a death rattle / arrogantly assuming Resurrection, / and sometimes can't be <i>aaarsed meet'n makers. /</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's protection against the worst laid / plans of movers and shakers. / Sounds honest, even when lying / <i>'onest. </i>No denying the conviction it can / carry if it needs to escape. / It'll convince you statues can fly / while drinking ye drink / make ye think you're listening to ye best mate. //</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Runs through sewers, floats on / updrafts of gossip and jangle / it's passionate about <i>Misses Millaney not geh'n a paper tha' day! </i>/ I love the way it bounces off walls / and ricochets like a hail of neon bullets / in a hall of mirrors // it's brothers, sisters, a family / of flat vowelers partying in sing-song / intonation.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dances in hotpants, has nothing to prove / one thousand intonations under a groove, / with kick assonance attitude / a pop-cultured reference, rock 'n' roll, / heart and soul, and rude. </span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">As is usually the way with one off and wholly original working class autodidacts' live and literary voices; few 'serious' page-bound poety-poos of the minor personal epiphany are ever gonna respond to it by volunteering to praise such a superlatively genuine poetic voice, talented and able to capture the essence of us all as this <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gerry-Potter/e/B004XIMKQ2" target="_blank">poetry in print</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One that paints the complex messy truths of human existence with the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nP1Kv1F1BMA" target="_blank">absolute originality</a> of lyrical language that puts Potter up there with the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HV84VR75klo" target="_blank">very best</a> in England. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Indeed live, he is the best. No ifs no buts; just a fact. Or at least opinion of many who have fallen in love with this unique man's imagination, mind, mouth, heart and humanity.<br /><br />Most Page poets of what Gerry labels, <a href="http://www.librarylive.co.uk/event/gerry-potter-presents-manchester-isnt-the-greatest-city-in-the-world-the-rise-and-rise-of-the-bourgeois-zeitgeist/" target="_blank">the bourgeois zeitgeist</a>, even though when we see him recite live, and hear this superlative English talent and know that the language we are witnessing is more memorable than the contents of a dozen </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">bourgeois zeitgeist poets' collections from a hundred </span>Forward Prize long-lists; ninety percent of what we talk about in poetry, and most of what makes it into the broadsheet literary pages, is from the old school courtier Caxtonian networking PoBiz model of the minor personal epiphany. Only ten percent of which contains anything close to the memorability of a Gerry Potter poem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And because those poets who never dilute, modify, tone down or sell out their working-class identity on a point of principle are excluded from mainstream public conversation in a process of deliberate omission by the administrative pashas, potentates and royalist gatekeepers curating Official Verse Culture's contemporary narrative of what and who is happening in poetry; hence why the average language lover is left to respond when the topic of the best living poet in England crops up, Gerry who? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An easy self-deception. Nobody else is writing of this poet because there are more artificially 'important', more corporately coddled and PR elevated state-approved and supported next generation this poet, yes generation that poet; and so it is no gen him, him no, her no, reject reject reject. And thus the complete excision </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> of the poems of Gerry Potter</span> from the best of in England lists.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The greatest gob of poetic truth and working-class beauty to have been birthed out of Liverpool </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">speaking song </span>since the days when Athlone native and former literary and political journalist, T.P. O'Connor, was representing in Westminster the constituents of the Scotland Road ward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who first secured his seat in Gerry Potter's home electoral constituency as a Home Rule League Party MP, in 1885. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">T</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">he first and only MP in history to have been voted in to an English seat on an explicit Irish Home Rule platform; </span>and who served as the MP for Scottie Road until the day of his passing on the eighteenth of November nineteen twenty-nine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At which time, with unbroken service of 49 years 215 days, he was the longest serving MP in Westminster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The last </span><span style="font-size: large;">Father of the House to die as a sitting MP until Gerald Kaufman in 2017.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And Potter, with a mind much like O'Conner's. Beneath whose bust, fixed on the column of a doorway entrance sandwiched between a Barclay's bank and Sainbury's at 72-8 Fleet Street, London, is a plaque inscribed with the following, that could as easily apply to Gerry Potter: <i>"His pen could lay bare the bones of a book or the soul of a statesman in a few vivid lines."</i></span><br />
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Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-2291411176312728152016-07-27T06:19:00.001-07:002016-07-28T22:02:01.724-07:00oghamic baffab Fish Ay Bradán feasa<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">A Lancashire slam babru wow man's response to two of <a href="http://www.salmonpoetry.com/" target="_blank">Salmon Poetry</a> Editor <a href="http://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=237" target="_blank">Jessie Lendennie</a>'s three humanity, laughter, and literary love-comments published on Kevin-Desmond Swords' <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KevinDesmondSwords" target="_blank">Ovid Yeats Facebook</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">JL: '</span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Just deleted my second comment. It was mean. Delete delete... Could catch on! Feel free to delete this!'</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">OY: (I
didn't see it. You appeared here when a pal popped in and, a ha, one
thought, we will continue with our visual marathon and pick up where
we'd left off listening to the brilliant language, midway thru series four of the British C4 comedy <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xf5qvdIHV3o" target="_blank">Peep Show</a>. </span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">We watched a few
episodes and i am unaware of what you published then deleted. And so
the first paragraph below was written just now, and the rest of it is additions to a long <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/jul/11/poem-of-the-week-the-days-that-forced-our-lives-apart-by-jill-furse#comment-79046780" target="_blank">comment published on the Guardian</a> a week prior to this parenthetical address
written without having read a mean comment that thus did not enter one's
consciousness. Love is winning.) <br /><br />The Guardian poem of the week the week after Salmon published Gary Whitehead's </span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">'pleasant-voiced' 'subtlety and seriousness, and lightness of
touch' in his poem, Uncle; was a Jill Furse Guardian poem of the week nearly five-hundred, that with three hundred comments caused only
half the number of contributions and online talk <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xf5qvdIHV3o" target="_blank">your own poet GW's did</a> the
week before. </span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Furse was a granddaughter of the poet Sir Henry Newbolt,
wife to glass engraver/poet Laurence Whistler; and a poet who Carol our
blog leader 'discovered only recently, dipping into Anne Powell’s
excellent 1999 anthology, Shadows of War: British Women’s Poetry of the
Second World War.' <br /><br />I posted <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/jul/11/poem-of-the-week-the-days-that-forced-our-lives-apart-by-jill-furse#comment-78908435" target="_blank">a tweet-length poem</a> and
a delightfully ditzy Leah replied: 'Super. I just got the Salmon
anthology. Huge. Is there one by you in there? What year?'<br /><br />No.<br /><br />I
saw it was published and thought i'd do the Clare faery a favour (the
previous week) 'n blurb Salmon's latest on the Anglophone world's most
read weekly poetry blog, and mention her name as well, and say <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/jul/04/poem-of-the-week-uncle-by-gary-j-whitehead#comment-78667478" target="_blank">how great a poet she is</a>. Just because i can. And of course because she is.<br /><br />She has great taste in poets, and hopefully one day will take a well earned step back and invite me to become Dán Editor Salmon.<br /><br />Then i can publish myself.<br /><br />I
did in 2007/8 send Lendennie ten or twelve love poems, but more as a
crafty attachment to an introductory fan-letter email sent to thank her
for a brilliant Salmon book launch and reading i attended in Dublin,
that i added saying i wasn't submitting them but these were some poems
i'd written in the few years i'd then been in ireland. She is the only
publisher I ever sent anything to, tho technically i can deny it and say
i haven't. <br /><br />The next closest was an editor of a
very small poetry publisher who came onto me at Britpo and after sending
him some and not hearing back from him, told him privately in an email exchange he could officially cease considering my poems for publication and go fuk himself bcuz ah fawt he wer a divveh. </span></span><br />
<br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">This was sometime shortly before or after, Randolph
Healey (and Ian Davidson) published a British and Irish Poetry Jiscmail </span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Ministry of Truth </span></span>'admin announcement': 'We are sorry to announce that Desmond Swords' membership of this list has been cancelled'; that <a href="https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?A2=ind0810&L=british-irish-poets&F=&S=&P=19833" target="_blank">banned me from Britpo</a> </span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Wed, 22 Oct 2008 21:27:47 for publishing an experimental speculative discourse on T</span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">ue, 21 Oct 2008 at 15:47:52.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">This spontaneous satirically
<a href="https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?A2=ind0810&L=british-irish-poets&F=&S=&P=17997" target="_blank">speculative discourse got misjudged</a> as a grade twelve mocking on <a href="https://www.edgehill.ac.uk/english/staff/prof-robert-sheppard/" target="_blank">ollamh Bob</a> S<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSLlfz5mfOY" target="_blank">heppard</a> (reading in Liverpool with <a href="http://www.wolfmagazine.co.uk/" target="_blank">The Wolf</a> Editor J<a href="https://www.timeshighereducation.com/people/interview-james-byrne-edge-hill-university" target="_blank">ame</a>s <a href="https://www.edgehill.ac.uk/creativewriting/staff/james-byrne/james-byrne-teaching/" target="_blank">Byrne</a>) when it is merely obliquely revealing the identity of and naming in a contemporary English language equivalent of <a href="https://books.google.ie/books?id=J36WCgAAQBAJ&pg=PA508&lpg=PA508&dq=%22secret+language+called+Berla+na%22&source=bl&ots=kRze2Rx-Je&sig=WthCLQh9ADrbfh2l4FUB7ZCjrXw&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjWjtWd5JPOAhVkJcAKHRxqCmgQ6AEIHTAA#v=onepage&q=%22secret%20language%20called%20Berla%20na%22&f=false" target="_blank">berla-filidh</a> to the initiated experimental poetry practitioners and thanking one's very first creative-writing guru whose own
professorial practice from where i learned it, is also the <a href="http://www.pores.bbk.ac.uk/1/Robert%20Sheppard,%20'The%20Necessity%20of%20Poetics'.htm" target="_blank">speculative discourse of an avant-garde poet</a> from the linguistically innovative
school of the British Poetry Revival, and conceptually battle-scarred
Edge Hill veteran of Britain's civil 'poetry wars' between the Oxbreligious cheese and wine professional </span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">academic </span></span>straights and Cavalier king and Crown literature directors from ACE, and those kewla bewla crazee 'other' autodidacts and
experimental speculative prose and verse pwofeshnul republican round-heads that prefer to bring and sup from
our own bottles and cans at live poetry recitals.<br /><br />With
the benefit of hindsight, and a previously absent self-awareness, one
can understand how it may well have been that i was unconsciously or
subconsciously submitting to her a carrot hoping she would bite, reel me
in, start working with me on a launch, and the public 'there' i was
(not so) secretly hoping for then, would arrive not even seven/eight
years a student on one's made up twelve-fourteen year curriculum. A
'there' that would come with bells, whistles, and a fanfare of
broadsheet reviews, years before the end of one's self-made-up
bardically inspired writing studies program i'd chosen to undertake in
my first year of writing, at home, in Ormskirk's Edge Hill University.<br /><br />When
i first came to Ireland straight after graduating there, i was a (often
drunk) feature at Poetry Ireland book launches and reading-events.
Everything was new and i was one of the few with a foot in both the
grass roots Dublin live poetry scene, and an official <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=270812589723899&extragetparams=%7B%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi%22%7D" dir="ltr" href="https://www.facebook.com/poetryireland.eigseeireann/?hc_location=ufi" target="_blank">Poetry Ireland / Éigse Éireann</a>' scene based in the Unitarian Church.<br /><br />Where
poets from around the world would fall for the ambience and lure
ourselves into believing as we delivered our ditties from a raised
ornately carved priests' pulpit; that this was poetry and prayer in its
most authentic location.<br /><br />Not seeing what regular
audience members do when the initial novelty of church readings have
worn off. Viewing from behind the curtain and apprehending the everyday
realities and otherworldly theatrics and perceptions that made for such a
memorable few year phase in that early stage of one's post-graduate
poetic evolution from a kno nowt focloc/nobhed to a fully operational
bardic bore.<br /><br />At the time i'd just created and had a
few All Ireland Poetry Slam seasons and finals, with many of the early
participants publishing debut collections with Salmon.<br /><br />The
American outsider now insider recognized and jumped right in and
brought to notice our then best new live poets who'd completely
circumnavigated the usual apprenticeship route to becoming a published
poet in Ireland, by building their own live audiences through social
media.<br /><br />Lendennie's Salmon was the one mainstream irish poetry publisher ahead of the curve and fishing upstream closest to to Segais Well at the height of the Celtic Tiger.<br /><br />At
that point pre-2008 Crash, it was a metaphorical Edwardian era of rural
Heaneyesque twilight that the other poetry presses were very much
tweedily frozen and guilded in. Mired in the old pre-flipped and
suddenly reversed Caxtonian publishing paradigm in which the author is
submitted and rejected. <br /><br />Trying their best to
totally ignore by the power of silent spiritual Heaneyian will alone,
and make go away, the social-media newbs' wave of live fek'n poetry
riff-raff and the great untutored masses of all us working-class
poetically rural urban voices unleashed by Facebook's user capabilities
in 2008. <br /><br />That had leveled the playing field and
made obsolete overnight the old unwritten rule book because now one
person can create, organize and advertise live poetry events, and
publish their voices globally in ways previously unthinkable without a
very large budget even just ten years ago.<br /><br />As a born
and bred Ormskirkian experiencing for the first time Dublin faeryland I
became slightly up my own ass and smugly socially dressed in a shiny
newly pretentious armor of (one's inner and usually hidden effeminate)
'moi' publicly reading poetry in Dublin every week over the first four
years being here. </span></span><br />
<br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Doing the live literary equivalent of an imaginary
Beatles Hamburg phase in the capital of the republic of ideas and conceptual poetry, pre-Facebook, on the final intellectually
underground scene of hard-partying creative ne'erdowells, all successes
and poetic casualties, before the sudden arrival of our shiny new happy
huggy luvly and far more inclusive Facebook scene where we raged at the
oldies for effing everything in a freshly banjaxed Ireland. Broken by
Bertie and Brian, tho at the time most in tir na og Dublin didn't everyone know and blithely
behave as if the magic wave would swell and last forever and no waysistaz crash as it did?<br /><br />And I'd see JL and the
Salmon hounds at readings and buy as many books as I could afford, as
an excuse to talk at her, and try to impress myself in her mind as
someone at the bottom going places in Irish poetry. She'd kindly smile,
say little, and politely listen to me wittering on, as the former far
less consciously perceptive me, a big iambic Desmond full of Fitzgerald
phantasmagoria, hubris and trochaic ego, not stopping to create an
opportunity for any real conversation to naturally occur, and for her to
join in and talk back. Clearly boring her, but not having yet then
copped onto the fact that telepathy in Ireland isn't real and still
subconsciously believing it is/was. <br /><br />Of course, as
Ireland's premier poetry publisher, she's no doubt well-versed and
experienced plenty of this manic babbling weirdo behaviour in punters at
poetry readings before. Blow-ins behaving as if we mistakenly believe
we're in some pseudo-mystic fairy express lane-way to global publishing
success. Men, the actory language luvvies among us, when a public
reciter of our own werkz and figure on the weekly Dublin live poetry
scene, 2004-8, especially, can be right up ourselves and often are. I
kno i had a few years acquiring a pretentiousness of the newly graduated
middle-aged English man living my dream of doing weekly live poetry in
Dublin for four years straight at the very excessive and pretentious
peak of the Celtic Tiger culture. <br /><br />Tho not
officially retired de jure from the weekly live Dublin poetry scene for
the past eight years, de facto i am, bcuz one rarely recites in public
now, and i manage to keep a live hand in by reciting to anyone who asks
to hear a poem, and very occasionally by launching one out for the sheer
craic and momentary magic of whatever situation one is in that creates a
spontaneous poetry recital. <br /><br />Thus that desperate
luvvie need to be a centre of attention that oft appears in those live
poetry machines of sheer going places fame, naturally displaced itself
post-Crash into a less shallow and more personally productive literary
production of the silly voices it is one's dream turned true to have
found a way of expressing in reality here today fifty foot above the mad
swirl in the Liberties of south city centre Dublin 8. <br /><br />And
of course now I realise what a self-obsessed mansplaining weirdo i'll
have come across as in this one way boring monologue, infused as one was
then with more intuitive vision than any real bardic knowledge. A
focloc or macfurmid at bardic grade one or two, with a beaming wide-eyed
grin and verbal diarrhea spontaneously ejecting in a north-west
working-class English voice garbled cut-up snatches of perfectly formed
silent sentences that existed alive conceptually in the mind but one's
mouth had not the skill or training to formulate them into living
speech.<br /><br />Most believe that telepathy doesn't exist,
but one was behaving as if it did, as if we were both in on the same
thought inside my head; and me not copping on (for many years) that just
because one understands and knows something inside one's own mind,
doesn't mean other people will automatically know this by reading my
mind, and understanding it too. Thus the peyure komedy of silent poesy
is mistook for its outer inarticulate and garbled spoken form of
prelapsian babbling tongues.<br /><br />I attended and wrote
to thank her for another great Salmon book launch, spontaneously decided
to, and probably a large element of self-delusion as to my real motives
for writing, really hoping the email would lead one to get published by
her. And tho being too emotionally fragile for the self to be conscious
of this, one's creative subconscious still found a way to cloak,
perhaps, one's true desire in a literary self-protection and imaginative
delusion and conceptual act of dream that was here from when one first
cycled off the boat in July 2004. As i think i told her at one reading,
when i'd been writing seven or so years, half way thru my studies, that
Salmon was the one irish publisher i'd opt to flog my ditties. <br /><br />I
was writing to Gallery Press's David Wheatley a lot then also, in long
rambling typo-ridden syntactically bungled spontaneously composed
comments posted to his blog, that he pre-moderated and that would begin,
'don't publish this dave', and then launch into self-obsessive screeds
of one's latest inward cauldron and calculus on the current state of
perception in Irish poetry as per one individual's unique experimental
speculative discourse process that Jessie had a part in with the one or
two emails i sent her. Eventually becoming a Facebook friend and now a
valued member of team OY.</span></span>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-34145446686304974252015-09-10T22:40:00.001-07:002015-09-12T03:22:00.096-07:00Contemporarty Reflection on a Scene Seven Years After It Occured<span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text8/=010">I
think in this day and age, anyone with a book to sell can just set up a
facebook page and do it all ourselves. As Graves informs us in his first of the 1954/5 series of <a href="http://www.trin.cam.ac.uk/visiting/public-lectures/past-clark-lectures" target="_blank">Cambridge Clarke lectures</a>, <a href="https://archive.org/stream/crowningprivileg017939mbp#page/n21/mode/2up" target="_blank">The Crowning Privilege</a>; 'what can our peers sanction us
with if we are guilty of unpoetic conduct?'</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text9/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text11/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text12/=010">Concluding,
in politer lingo, Sweet F. All m8. Because, unlike other professions,
there is no central governing bardic body, no guild of poets we gain
admittance to by passing an entrance exam. Anyone can (and everyone
does) call themself a poet by self-qualifying in a handful of clicks it
takes to set up a global social-media page and start selling ourselves
straight away as know-alls on the craft and art of poetry we make up as
we go along. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text13/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text15/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text16/=010">Anyone
can, and everyone does, get grafting write away. There are no set texts
or fixed course of study and you qualify by saying, yeah, i am a poet.
Except of course, now, there is the <a href="http://www.howthfreepress.com/books/the-christian-druids-on-the-filid-or-philosopher-poets-of-ireland.html" target="_blank">real filidh</a> / <a href="https://books.google.ie/books?id=oVaUkHKOyLAC&pg=PA133&lpg=PA133&dq=%22concerning+the+poetical+seminary%22&source=bl&ots=L46pUY_X2f&sig=6WMx8UDV2ydMILTGr4JuI9Pt5yI&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCMQ6AEwAGoVChMIz5u_isHuxwIVLWvbCh1q_gle#v=onepage&q=%22concerning%20the%20poetical%20seminary%22&f=false" target="_blank">poets' instruction</a> and <a href="http://www.libraryireland.com/SocialHistoryAncientIreland/II-VII-4.php" target="_blank">training programme</a> i personally have reconnected with, all there in black and
white english translation, that instructed 40 generations of rhymers,
and that it is my role in life now i am trained and know what i am on
about, to helpfully inform one's komrades in the Official Tuatha De
Bogmanadon Klan revolution, all about it. Ah, such bliss.</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text17/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text19/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text20/=010">I've no book to sell, just lots of poems in various stages of completion and abandonment. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text21/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text23/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text24/=010">And
Tho i didn't understand it at the time as being such, a consequence of
being born into and reared the child of immigrants in the English class
system and culture; I always thought, from the very beginning, when i
started my <a href="https://www.edgehill.ac.uk/courses/creative-writing-and-drama/modules/" target="_blank">writing studies and drama BA</a> in England and quickly fell into
writing early (unpublished) poems, that the only sure fire way of
making sure a toxically condescending ultra-<a href="https://openlibrary.org/books/OL2546783M/Noblesse_oblige" target="_blank">Oxbreligious</a> English voice didn't intentionally cripple me and
stop me writing altogether - when i first started out a 34 year old
ex-everything - with just one smart and sneery passive-aggressive crack - 'urgh,
you, write poatreh?' - that i wud learn as best i cud, with what
English translations we have, as close to how the bards of yore were
taught on the full 12-14 year filidh curriculum.</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text25/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text27/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text28/=010">Not
only is it real, i thought -- tho it took five years full time
study and writing to construct a skeletal grasp of the totality of tales and texts that make up this body of ancient Irish knowledge and song known as <a href="http://www.jstor.org/stable/30007340?seq=1#page_scan_tab_contents" target="_blank">coimgne</a> -- but it also meant
i did not have to 'publish' anything for the 12-14 years i was a student
reading, writing and taking in and on the texts and knowledge that <a href="http://www.druidry.org/druid-way/what-druidry/what-druidism/what-bard" target="_blank">led one thru</a> the <a href="https://archive.org/stream/auraicept00calduoft#page/n23/mode/2up" target="_blank">seven grades from focloc</a> (beginner), macfirmind (son of
composition), dos (no-one knows what this means), cano (whelp/cub), cli
(ridgepole), <a href="https://books.google.ie/books?id=WRBPGc-rIEIC&pg=PA26&lpg=PA26&dq=anruth+poetry&source=bl&ots=LQq1qglYS5&sig=-KdFjq1kAvhTIy-RG_41JXx1qyI&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CEUQ6AEwBmoVChMI-f3p4rTuxwIVZYzbCh0XLgUo#v=onepage&q=anruth%20poetry&f=false" target="_blank">anruth</a> (great/noble stream) and the final, five to seven
year stretch of study, from great/noble stream to <a href="http://www.strandnet.com/daly/pdf/dalyhis2.pdf" target="_blank">poetry professor</a>, and,
<a href="http://www.libraryireland.com/SocialHistoryAncientIreland/II-VII-5.php" target="_blank">ollamh</a>. </span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text28/=010">No pressure. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text29/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text31/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text32/=010">All
i had to do was find a way to keep on reading, studying, reciting and
writing. And now i have done it, i no longer care about being
'published' because i learned that good writing stands on its own two
feet and doesn't need any marketing to get noticed and create an
audience. All the hard graft pre-web generations had to do, not to
mention rejection; our new online hipster bogcando generations, didn't.
</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text33/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text35/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text36/=010">Or
rather, do, but in a different way. I had four years on the Guardian
where i was poetry <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3733533" target="_blank">enemy</a> <a href="http://z11.invisionfree.com/Poets_On_Fire/index.php?showtopic=542" target="_blank">number</a> <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2800968" target="_blank">one</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2992038" target="_blank">two</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3042619" target="_blank">three</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/10962405" target="_blank">four</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/4106241" target="_blank">five</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/4200584" target="_blank">six</a>, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3599058" target="_blank">seven</a>, going thru hundreds of <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/4106241" target="_blank">nom</a> de
plumes, and countless other sites that banned me because the jealous
admin/poet didn't like my harmless writing, at all. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text37/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text39/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text40/=010">The
one constant i found is human nature, and it confirmed and conformed to
all the druidically simple and amazingly ingenious, natural bardic
principles one learns in Amergins Cauldron of Poesy ars poetica text
that so few of us, Dear Reader, are even aware exists. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text41/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text43/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text44/=010">And
most who are, closing their ears and not wanting to know because, as
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/fred.johnston.52?fref=ufi&pnref=story" target="_blank">Fred</a> points out, they want it all now, the readership, the big prizes
for one slim volume of work four years after starting to write on the MA
at Trinity, handed to us on a golden plates, inner circle greatness.
That can only come by the act and experience of writing, and doing your
20,000 hours, 30 hours a week. The full 12-14 year poetry / filiocht
apprenticeship.</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text45/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text47/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text48/=010">The
first successful online oiwish gobmen and shouty lady poatz, just made a
few right moves, got the right people to anoint em, and bingo, the next
thing is a loada smug poatz all playing the same old editorial ass-kiss
game online, as those that officially anointed em did, and do, in the
paper page scene founded on a concept of 'there can be only an exclusive
handful of us, award-winning poetry judges and mates.' </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text49/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text51/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text52/=010">The
first were our shared literary enemies, the O'Bigggins of the
over-hyped O'Boglands' canon shooting blanks. Duffers believing
themselves to be the mutts' nuts, the bluntest satirists in Awyerlendz,
and Poetry Lords of the Diva De Bogmanadon Klan, ranting and shouting,
demanding cynosure and twinkle, praise and understanding for their
horrendously needy egos lording it over all of us. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text53/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text55/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text56/=010">
I never bothered with all that. After i found <a href="http://www.obsidianmagazine.com/Pages/cauldronpoesy.html" target="_blank">Cauldron of Poesy</a> in
2005, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amergin_Gl%C3%BAingel" target="_blank">Amergin Glúingel</a>'s seminal ars poetica, first <a href="http://www.seanet.com/~inisglas/henrycauldronpoesy.pdf" target="_blank">translated in 1978, by late Galwegian acadmeic, PL Henry</a> - the authentic drudic poetic, in a
7C voice, 120 lines of the 172 attributed to Amergin - i knew i didn't
have to. Because its contents, wise and authentically druidic, are
worth more than any acceptance from every poetry editor on the planet
combined.</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text57/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text59/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text60/=010">Who
cares what these editors that aren't even aware of what i know and
love, think of what i write? I cudnt give a monkeys, and never have.
Mayo stock. My paternal Grannie was born and reared in a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1562986640654613&set=a.1384931971793415.1073741827.100008298760465&type=1&theater" target="_blank">one room stone bothy</a> with her nine siblings, on the <a href="https://www.google.ie/maps/@53.9151032,-9.9540361,3a,50y,212.32h,90.7t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1si9vdPyGRHZeWsWfnigOfww!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!6m1!1e1" target="_blank">lower slopes</a> of <a href="https://www.google.ie/maps/place/Sraheens,+Co.+Mayo/@53.931862,-9.9220642,13.25z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x48599bfc9b4e95b3:0xbf34cc35ab3699d9" target="_blank">Sraheens bog</a> on
Achill. I cud be the new <a href="http://thepoetryproject.ie/poets/john-f-deane/" target="_blank">John F Deane</a>. My uncle lives in <a href="https://www.google.ie/maps/search/church+near+Bunnacurry,+Mayo/@53.9767692,-9.9742963,14.88z" target="_blank">Bun an Churraigh</a>, same place <a href="http://www.johnfdeane.com/" target="_blank">John</a> grew up. We share the same God. He has asked
me to succeed him, to inherit his mantle, and do it for Mayo. I am not
going to let JFD down, Fred. This is serious. We cannot larf.</span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text61/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text63/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text64/=010">And
now i have finished the 14 years, i can put up a plaque and start
taking people on on any published page in our shared contemporary global
existence. Engage in any critical debates about poetry and dán, and
never fail to learn something positive and, hopefully, keep myself happy
doing so. I spent many years practising critical debates online, all
over the internet, at every single site i cud find. Most of which, at
some point, banned me, for nothing more than wanting to joyfully learn
the bardic curriculum. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text65/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text67/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text68/=010">The
Foetry Poundation famously closed itself down to comments after <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foetry.com" target="_blank">Foetry</a> <a href="https://scarriet.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/ny-times-poetry-critic-defends-alan-cordle/" target="_blank">Hall</a> of <a href="http://www.theamericandissident.org/orgs/foetry.html" target="_blank">Shame</a> <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/Angry-librarian-s-darts-sting-the-world-of-poetry-2656237.php" target="_blank">creator</a> and contemporary American poetry legend, Portland
Community College librarian, and the man who <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/08/foetry-get-it-faux-etry/" target="_blank">exposed who was bunging who</a>
on a hitherto, as here, hidden behind the scenes
judge-mates-bunging-judge-mates way of deciding whose poetry was the
best Award Winning in the American noughites poetry prize-scene; <a href="http://pcc.academia.edu/AlanCordle" target="_blank">Alan Cordle</a> - along with partners in rhyme from the Foetry exposure days,
Interdisciplinary Studies Advisor in the MFA Poetry of Lesley
University, Cambridge, MA; <a href="https://scarriet.wordpress.com/about/" target="_blank">Thomas</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/bradyscarriet" target="_blank">Graves</a>; along with 60s Rhodes Scholar
and literary mystic taught by Leavis in Oxford, now octogenarian
shamanic healer in SE Asia, <a href="https://cowpattyhammer.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/savage-beauty-do-i-dare-do-i-dare/" target="_blank">Christopher Woodman </a>-- & <a href="http://irishpoetry.blogspot.ie/2015/08/shame-sidhe-nee-note.html" target="_blank">my</a><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2800968" target="_blank">self </a>- the sole non-American - living in a <a href="https://www.google.ie/maps/@53.3387799,-6.3011426,3a,75y,188.54h,123.65t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sV-scTplB_s_fsBgpecotnA!2e0!7i13312!8i6656" target="_blank">Kilmainham attic</a>
penthouse-bedsit, at the time, before i moved to the Iveagh flats;
unconsciously and independently, were all drawn by fate/poetry and dán,
to find ourselves in the inaugural Obama campaign year, druidically
assembled in 2008/9 there, at the inner temple of the Foetry Poundation,
home and <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/05/on-the-pleasure-of-hating/" target="_blank">soul of poetic modernism</a>, on the comment section of Harriet
Blog. And we <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/06/i-hate-poetry-reviews/" target="_blank">exposed the Foetry</a> Poundation for what it was. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text69/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text71/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text72/=010">Anyway,
now, everybody, we can all start to talk about what is the real <a href="http://searchingforimbas.blogspot.ie/p/imbas-forosnai-by-nora-k-chadwick.html" target="_blank">imbas forosnai</a> that writes the best dán and
poetry, instead of all the pompous spontaneous claptrap we can all
invent when we get going as a fully (un)qualified rhymer without any
real bardic training. . </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text73/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text75/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text76/=010">I
just want to learn by rehearsing in print, the real truth of the
filiocht / <a href="https://archive.org/stream/auraicept00calduoft#page/n23/mode/2up" target="_blank">poetry program</a>. Not what Ezra Pound or The Best Contemporary
Hipster Poet In Ireland According To His/Her Publising Cronies W***king
One Another Off Shout Loudly IS YAWL, on our low-grade home-bog
social-media shark-tanks where eff all happens except us all boasting
how great we are via the mouths of our pals in doggerel barking mad-dog
sh*** on the Bogland of Poesy. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text77/=010" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text79/=010" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text80/=010">As
a consequence of my amateur unpublished fourteen years unencumbered by
all the bullshit everyone else buys into, the Award Winning nonsense; i
learned well how to speak across the board with anyone at all. Belinda
McKeon i have not read, but she looks nice enough in her photie. I
wonder if she is after a good and knowledgeable friend on the page. I
can be her pal in letters. I am sure she is very nice, but i will read
her and get back to you with my critical opinion. Thanks very much
<a href="http://www.writing.ie/guest-blogs/interview-with-writer-fred-johnston/" target="_blank">Fred</a><a href="http://thegalwayreview.com/2012/11/09/five-poems-bu-fred-johnston/" target="_blank">riko</a> ka ka. Ere, av a birra <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbkwCidPlzg" target="_blank">tha besht</a>. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:4:1:$replies929713750409038_929729560407457/=10.1:2:$comment1441948652332=21791149148/=10.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end/=1$text80/=010"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/supafastpoetrydublin/fleshless-form-of-poetry" target="_blank">Desmond</a> <a href="http://www.irishpoetry.blogspot.ie/2015/07/three-of-amergins-four-poems-explained.html" target="_blank">Swords</a> </span></span></span></span>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-88470055801877467452015-08-31T22:50:00.000-07:002015-08-31T23:58:01.825-07:00All Ireland Slam Facebook response to Dublin rapper Inkredible's latest recording<div data-contents="true" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0">
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<span data-offset-key="3b7bk-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3b7bk.0:$3b7bk-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3b7bk.0:$3b7bk-0-0.0">This is my favourite of the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ciaraninkredible" target="_blank">Dublin rapper Inkredible</a>'s chunes. A current <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Use1gkvQpps" target="_blank">high-viewed recording</a> from the wholly underground <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ji2t3P0Z_G8" target="_blank">Irish urban rap</a> charts, and a genre of rhythmic poetry that i must admit, is not top of my list of personally most sought out or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbkwCidPlzg" target="_blank">most loved</a> literary lyrical and spoken forms or genres. </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="3b7bk-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3b7bk.0:$3b7bk-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3b7bk.0:$3b7bk-0-0.0">This one tho, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Use1gkvQpps" target="_blank">They Can't Handle Us</a>, exhibits a </span></span><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><a href="http://rappingmanual.com/what-is-flow-in-rap/" target="_blank">flow</a> that is linguistically impressive because it exhibits a sheer authentic lyrical
brilliance, that, tho many will not find offensive, i suppose because i
witnessed it first ten years ago when <a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/inkredible4" target="_blank">Inkredible</a> was a teenager starting out, i admit to being able to purposely air the artistically positive in it.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">Combo after combo kicks creative ass and
lays down a high bar on the Irish urban rap genre and scene, with its own modes, mores, technical terms, <a href="http://www.rte.ie/tv/realitybites/irelandsrappers.html" target="_blank">feuds</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB99GsgHCQ0" target="_blank">rap battles</a> and language, populated by rhymers spitting <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bars&defid=1575475" target="_blank">bars</a> created by the gritty urban Irish experience.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">Tho i knew next to nothing of the scene before researching it for this piece, there are plenty of Irish hip-hop practitioners and urban rappers out there. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">I have come across before in Dublin at poetry events the very talented Finglas rapper</span></span></span></span> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/tempermentallyill4" target="_blank">Temper-Mental MissElayneous</a>, aka the poet <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e337pApTFts" target="_blank">Elayne Harrington</a><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">, but only now whilst researching this piece, other Dublin rappers with handles such as <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC5rA-B1jJk" target="_blank">Equalizer</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgthmCrvYMk" target="_blank">Lethal Dialect</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQuSTH9CTT0" target="_blank">Nugget</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTSuvhBhWZs" target="_blank">Siyo</a>; Limerick's (and one of Ireland's) current hottest young rappers (his first DIY youtube recording, at a bus stop, released eight months ago, has over 1 million views on just one account, and his one year old <a href="https://www.facebook.com/McLynchy" target="_blank">fb page</a> 193,000 likes) </span></span></span></span><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUtcz8DkuhI" target="_blank">Lynchy</a></span></span></span></span>. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">There's Cork outfit, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctdZvilCnY8&list=PLFZBQDVEO4aUnwX-1GM5LqyRLEFovv-4c" target="_blank">Rebel Faction</a>, Sligo-London's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21JXmTkafkQ" target="_blank">Ahren-B</a>; and another Sligo hip-hop trio, that I chanced across one weekend doing a gig in the vibrant music grass-roots music venue, the Sweeney Mongrel pub, on Dublin's Dame Street; <a href="http://www.thissideup.ie/" target="_blank">This Side Up</a>, and remember being very impressed by their <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=29&v=E03tbipoDkE" target="_blank">positive lyrical flow</a>. And I think the only Irish hip-hop outfit I have actually seen live</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">A</span></span></span></span>nd adding to that another of Ireland's hottest hip-hop rappers, that I had not heard of before researching the piece, Waterford's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-l3JZ7DBDjk" target="_blank">MC Pat Flynn</a>, whose ten month old youtube audio recording, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aLyUl1ZwgU" target="_blank">Get on Your Kneez</a>, accounts for over a quarter of the four million views of the seventy youtube recordings on the ten month old <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/IrishRapMovement/featured" target="_blank">Irish Rap Movement Youtube Channel</a>, that has 20,000 subscribers.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">All this is new to me, and there are no doubt plenty of urban Irish rappers I am not aware of that should also be in here. And this is only the white contingent.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">I have witnessed plenty of talented Afro-Irish rappers and poets, including this South African rapper who was always at Write and Recite, JoJo, who unlike the urban Irish rappers, rapped in the name of Jesus Christ, with a beautifully simple and positive message of Love. This was his signature piece, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQomX2w8NlM" target="_blank">African Queen</a>, along with <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=No1LHNwac5I" target="_blank">Does God Exist</a>. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">And from this I discover Dublin rapper, <a href="http://rejjiesnow.com/" target="_blank">Rejjie Snow</a>, with two albums released, <a href="https://twitter.com/rejjiesnow" target="_blank">37.4 K followers n Twitter</a>, a million views on his two year old track,</span></span></span></span> <span class="watch-title " dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Rejjie Snow - "Lost in Empathy" (Official Video)"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-3q0e-ZRsg" target="_blank">Lost in Empathy</a>; and </span><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">half a million views on his latest two month old release, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Un3LDNXfak8" target="_blank">All Around the World</a>. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">Tho the language in most of what I have linked to, with a couple of notable exceptions, is not my cuppa, it is only now researching this piece, that I have become aware of just how big and poised for global success Irish hip-hop and rap is. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">And tho we do not have to like or practice it as a compositional form, it is foolish, once we become aware of the buzz surrounding it, not to acknowledge Irish urban rap and hip-hop as a globally popular form. In terms of the audience for, and interest in, Irish urban rap and hip-hop, it dwarfs that for the average mainstream Irish page and spoken word rhymers.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">~</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">But i remember first coming across Inkredible's piece, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Use1gkvQpps" target="_blank">They Can't Handle Us</a>, and being impressed with only the creativity of
rhyming, and clear passionate love of language, however satirically
toxic, but the quality and inventiveness of the recording. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text0:0">A shoestring
budget that looks classier than the outlay would suggest. With a great
mix and use of musical sound and verbal irony - <i>'we're from the place
where track-suits are the fashion'</i> - that exhibits the person making it, is not a novice on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FL_Studio" target="_blank">fruity loops</a> but a seasoned veteran of
this wholly nu contemporary poetic DIY urban Irish battle rap and hip-hop genre he has been <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fe15t5DMQ18" target="_blank">plodding away at</a> the cutting edge and forefront of since 2004/5. </span><br data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text1:0" /><br data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text3:0" /><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text4:0">I
remember Mr Inkredible, as he was then known, first turning up to the weekly poetry open-mic in Brogans
at the start of the <a href="http://www.shitcreekreview.com/issue4/page37.htm?37" target="_blank">Write and Recite</a> (2004-8) WaR at the height of the Celtic Tiger bubble, a
precociously talented teenager, with no paper, reciting from the 'dome'
as i first heard </span><a href="http://www.starnow.com/media/421278-RavenImage+Showreel" target="_blank">Raven Aflakete</a><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text1:0:$text0:0"> put it. And i remember thinking this kid is gonna be either very good, or very shit. Just a huge and confident presence. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="35q9-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$35q9.0:$35q9-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$35q9.0:$35q9-0-0.0">And he blew the room away. One of the most memorable nights i recall there. And then the<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l503iDEUKbk" target="_blank"> busking with an artist</a> who, because of their long-bearded appearance attracted the moniker of 'God' (aka mike), who had that unique gift of genuinely spontaneous flow, and the unacknowledged godfather of contemporary Dublin spoken word, <a href="https://soundcloud.com/noel-sweeney-1" target="_blank">Noel Sweeney</a>, plying now his rhymes elsewhere; and the whole mad swirl. </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="35q9-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$35q9.0:$35q9-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$35q9.0:$35q9-0-0.0">I was with you and mike the very first time any of us busked, or maybe second for you, and we all did our own thing opposite the statue of the sitting couple and bike-lock frames outside the then fish tackle shop, <a href="http://www.irishflyfisher.ie/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Holiday-NYC-2010-047.jpg" target="_blank">Rory's</a>, in Temple bar, height of the Tiger. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="3i8pn-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3i8pn.0:$3i8pn-0-0"><br data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3i8pn.0:$3i8pn-0-0.0" /></span></div>
<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="66vkc-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$66vkc">
<span data-offset-key="66vkc-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$66vkc.0:$66vkc-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$66vkc.0:$66vkc-0-0.0">And i was only doing it for the craic, an old geeza with the young bucks. and i got the first quid in the hat. Pissed meself laughing. The oldsta with me wafty lofty poems of faeries and the sidhe, gerrin the first dough in the hat. Yeah, that was the only time i bothered, but then Inkredible and 'God' really took off as <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l503iDEUKbk" target="_blank">a double act</a>, and learned lessons few are lucky or creatively daring enough to ever take on, literally by busking spontaneous rhymes on the streets of bubbalin Dubalin town. Not many doing it then, i recall, just us nutbags. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="3nfns-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3nfns">
<span data-offset-key="3nfns-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3nfns.0:$3nfns-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3nfns.0:$3nfns-0-0.0">Good old days, and Inkredible still in his twenties. And a wicked hooky beat to it, bouncy, peroppa woppa; and the very last thing the polite spoken word sets of bubbalin dubalin tewn wud invite to recite at the very tastefully and officially approved of do's custoded by the crazee fukas that say fuk a lot and peroppa woppa and deadly and love it and all that shallow shit we luurv baby. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="fgl1u-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$fgl1u.0:$fgl1u-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$fgl1u.0:$fgl1u-0-0.0">'. with an I and a N and a C and a REDIBLE, yu'd betta woch up it's Mister Inkredible: 'original, traditional, indigenous, i'm original, clinically clinical, individual, no principles, invincible missile-pistol, i cripple little artificial spittle, i'm international, an actual land mammal cannibal with mandible, adaptable animal, my pallet does spit flammable, i'm untrackable, yeah you're trackable, we're not compatible, you're flow's collapsible, mine's impassable, like impossible obstacles on top of all you popsicles, i'm logically logical, philosophical chronicle, yeah..' .. very verbally inventive. imo. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="8nhtt-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$8nhtt">
<span data-offset-key="8nhtt-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$8nhtt.0:$8nhtt-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$8nhtt.0:$8nhtt-0-0.0">But <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Use1gkvQpps" target="_blank">this one</a>, yeah, tho the only bruv of five girls, i wudn't be mad on some of the terminology (very anti- it indeed), and unlike some of the more scankier inkredible stuff, it just about gets away with it, (imo). A cheeky brilliance, cocky yet comedic, wholly authentically genuine contemporary Dublin urban note struck; and, above all, proof in the pudding - thousands and thousands of people watching and liking it across the world. And which will bring - especially in the ultra-competitive genre Inkredible is a success in - a lot of negative energies from fellow ultra-competitive urban rappers sporting and competing with one another in this form. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="d4uu8-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8">
<span data-offset-key="d4uu8-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0.0">That, as has been noted, is not everywuns cuppa poison. But as Amergin in the <a href="http://www.obsidianmagazine.com/Pages/cauldronpoesy.html" target="_blank">Cauldron of Poesy</a> text, only <a href="http://www.seanet.com/~inisglas/henrycauldronpoesy.pdf" target="_blank">first translated into English in 1979</a> (by late (2011) Galwegian academic P. L. Henry) - and used, along with many other texts, including core text </span></span><span data-offset-key="d4uu8-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0.0">(first published in English translation in 1917) <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auraicept_na_n-%C3%89ces" target="_blank">Auraicept na n-Éces</a> / <a href="https://archive.org/stream/auraicept00calduoft#page/n23/mode/2up" target="_blank">Scholars Primer</a> to instruct forty generations of <a href="http://www.strandnet.com/daly/pdf/dalyhis2.pdf" target="_blank">literary filidh/poets</a> of Ireland since the dawn of the written word - puts it during the druidic/bardic crossover, from a wholly oral reality, to the birth of post-<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogham" target="_blank">Ogham</a> page/stage reality, in the 7C <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Irish" target="_blank">Old Irish</a> vernacular written language: one of the four human sorrows is 'jealousy', and one of the corresponding four human Joys of poetry is 'the joy of health untroubled in the abundance of goading one receives when they take up the prosperity of bardcraft.' </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="d4uu8-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$d4uu8.0:$d4uu8-0-0.0"><a href="http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com/translation/topic34939.html" target="_blank">Grá agus síocháin</a>. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5shrg-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$5shrg.0:$5shrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$5shrg.0:$5shrg-0-0.0">Good luck, s/he god creation and the unknowable order of unconscious chune - bless our souls with song and our hearts with love. May we all live forever and never grow up, old, or lose the flow of what it is we're here for as poatz and Her earthly loving servants ov tha peroppa woppa wurda singing n spittin chewns from tha royal boozaliars ov bubbalin tune. slainte. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="9ibba-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9ibba.0:$9ibba-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9ibba.0:$9ibba-0-0.0">I posted this to <a href="http://www.poetryireland.ie/" target="_blank">Poetry Ireland</a>'s now extinct FB group page during the two week long artistic kerfuffle and conversational consultation process i initiated by directly questioning the one-message 'community extinction notice' that had been buried under a daily diet of scores of ditties and doggerel posted from all over the world. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="c3icr-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$c3icr">
<span data-offset-key="c3icr-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$c3icr.0:$c3icr-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$c3icr.0:$c3icr-0-0.0">A one-message only group notice of its deletion/shut down, that all but me seemed unaware was gonna occur, as it had been served without any real notice. And (i was the only one to point out) the 3000 members with less sharp poetic faculties harmlessly spamming our ditties and doggerel, would wake up and feel very intellectually cheated on the allotted day to find our 'community' no more. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="9jdgo-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9jdgo">
<span data-offset-key="9jdgo-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9jdgo.0:$9jdgo-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9jdgo.0:$9jdgo-0-0.0">Made extinct as the result of a unilateral decision made by an incoming team of unknown faceless arts bureaucrats and the custodian of the social-media page and web presence of an island-wide poetry body tasked with the important role of praising whatever in language is well made. </span></span></div>
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="a1od7-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$a1od7">
<span data-offset-key="a1od7-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$a1od7.0:$a1od7-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$a1od7.0:$a1od7-0-0.0">i put this one on as part of the chatter i was doing, joyfully creating and sporting in letters, extolling the virtues of gangsta rap as - <a href="http://www.rte.ie/tv/programmes/love_hate.html" target="_blank">love/hate</a> it - Kredible's cultural compositional form of contemporary rhythmic lyrical poetry exhibiting a very creative use of language that fulfills any ancient authority's definition of the word. <a href="http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.02.0065" target="_blank">Horace</a> especially. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="abnp8-0-0" data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$abnp8.0:$abnp8-0-0"><span data-reactid=".3.1:5:1:$replies1111116722250570_1111161135579462:0.1:2:$comment1111116722250570_1111169055578670:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$abnp8.0:$abnp8-0-0.0">It does proper do the heads in of many a posh south dub dreamer yearning to be Famous 2. good luck, love to the family. healing hugs and positive energies being beamed from the Leburtaze! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPLWC2Im4S0" target="_blank">Sloppy Bob</a>. </span></span></div>
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Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-78653660282889643072015-08-21T18:14:00.000-07:002015-08-22T09:34:56.630-07:00Update on di s/m ID flyting.(Written spontaneously on becoming aware by a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_media" target="_blank">s/m</a> poet-friend, at 5am Friday morning, of a recent (free) e-book, <a href="http://www.berfrois.com/poets-for-corbyn" target="_blank">Poets for Corbyn</a>, and its <a href="http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/news/uk/article4533416.ece" target="_blank">negative Times review</a> (behind a paywall), not having read this offering from the UK Poets Pantocracy, and knowing nothing of its contributors or contents.<br />
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<span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text4:0">It
was, briefly, a published comment on a poet-friend's </span></span></span></span><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text4:0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$text0:0:$text4:0">-(and someone i am yet to meet in real life)- Facebook update, for an
hour or so, until the update, and twelve or so other attempts at
publishing one-line comedy comments communicating concordance with the
thoughts of the contributing poet-friend i am yet to meet - fb account
holder - were all deleted.)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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~<br />
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Desmond Swords: It would have to be a <i>poem</i> for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremy_Corbyn" target="_blank">Corbyn</a>, that came and stole the show on its own feet.<br />
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That, unfortunately, rarely, if at all, comes out of a collective online poetic creative-writing group-protest in which we all agree how great our shit is. And in which our level of sincerity is measured in how emotionally displeased, distressed, or verbally angry we write and sound to the Reader.<br />
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But if there woh a talented norvun shoal rhymer, speaking in the authentic working class self-ennobling tone ye can learn by cleaving to the <a href="https://archive.org/stream/auraicept00calduoft#page/2/mode/2up" target="_blank">Auraicept na n-Éces</a>. Well, hello sailor. The poems most would write, would be, satirical poems (i suspect)? Tho there's nowt to stop us from writing a love poem to England and in it casting Jez as an honest man of the people, like some Medieval moral poem. <br />
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But<a href="http://eprints.maynoothuniversity.ie/1333/1/Satirical_Narrative_in_Early_Irish_Literature.pdf" target="_blank"> satire</a>, going on the general tone of the prose, would be, i suspect, what most would be thinking of writing. I thought that just now, as i was writing. Waffling on more for exercise and my own intellectually onanistic engagement and hand-relief (sorry), not really giving a toss who gets in, because i think, as i have said before on these pages, that the working-class need me to lead us. <br />
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Until you recognise, that, perhaps, that working-class English guy in Dublin, why don't we ask him to be our leader; well, i'm afraid Dave is in for the foreseeable, because you are all far too culturally close to the problem of the class-system and need someone like me, 48, heavy-smoker, overweight, borderline alcoholic, luvs talking a lot and making people look silly, looking for an audience of the English working-class - to rally round my writing like ye did when <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxgd2_VfJdw" target="_blank">Liam</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42kHgjLBhho" target="_blank">Noel</a> wuz banging ten lines an hour and four ***** a night. <br />
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It'll be a poem that ye need to connect with evrywun. Rather than one thousand poems from English rhymers spewing our doggerel for jezza, that, unfortunately, is the usual fare in these jaunts. <br />
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Is there one poem that floated to the top of the poets against the Iraq war? Or, as i suspect, a lot of experimental writing of uneven quality with nothing burning into the readers mind as a powerful Yeatsean 1916 message that hits home? <br />
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<span data-offset-key="3h6ga-0-0" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.0:$3h6ga-0-0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.0:$3h6ga-0-0.0">The cool detached dispassionate mature phase, archly poetic side-stepping the usual banalities and speaking in a voice that comes from a practice one had to be at it for seven years, before it being took on at the eighth year; <a href="http://searchingforimbas.blogspot.ie/p/imbas-forosnai-by-nora-k-chadwick.html" target="_blank">imbas forosnai</a>, glossed in the first Irish dictionary, the 10C </span></span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanas_Cormaic" target="_blank"><span class="_5u8u" data-offset-key="3h6ga-1-0" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.$3h6ga-1-0" spellcheck="false"><span data-offset-key="3h6ga-1-0" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.$3h6ga-1-0.$3h6ga-1-0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.$3h6ga-1-0.$3h6ga-1-0.0">Sanas Cormaic</span></span></span></a><span data-offset-key="3h6ga-2-0" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.2:$3h6ga-2-0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$3h6ga.2:$3h6ga-2-0.0">, and which, as ye all know, is a state of cerebral magic that <i>'sets forth whatever seems good to the poet and what s/he desires to make known. It is done thus.'</i> </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="ehklr-0-0" data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$ehklr.0:$ehklr-0-0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:5:1:$comment10153038075068483_10153039560468483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$ehklr.0:$ehklr-0-0.0">And which is the name of my new banging <a href="https://soundcloud.com/supafastpoetrydublin/potwcommentstream8june2013edit" target="_blank">spoken word collection</a>, using bits and pieces of the best contemporary poems in the world, written thru into my own shit.</span></span></div>
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And everyone believing it is the shit. Like Kate fukin Tempest, yeah. I'm just fukin like kate tempest coz i'm edgy, raw, burnin man, ye know, really powerful message 'bout <a href="http://www.maryjones.us/jce/teinmlaida.html" target="_blank">teinm laida</a>, extemporised song, and the other sub-strand of the trinity of apical filidh compositional form, <a href="http://www.summerlands.com/crossroads/library/awenimba.htm" target="_blank">dichetal do chennaib</a>, breaking open the bones of knowledge and in the marrow prophesying from the ends of the fingertips. This is what we seek, methinks.<br />
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<a href="http://order-order.com/2015/08/21/poets-for-corbyn/#:qiEoza2PquHLqA" target="_blank">Guido</a> 'hasn’t enjoyed poetry so much since read Dr Seuss to his children.'<br />
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The Rupert Murdoch <a href="http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/news/uk/article4533416.ece" target="_blank">Times</a>: 'Much of it is
ear-bleedingly awful.'<br />
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~~~<br />
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<a href="http://burningbush2.org/previous-issues/issue-three-2/desmond-swords/" target="_blank">I</a> originally posted it to the rhymer's s/m, not knowing they had contributed to the collection, and within the hour they deleted the update, along with the twelve or more comments on it.<br />
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The second time one's writing has been the subject to deletion there. I myself when i began sporting anonymously in letters beneath the line on the Guardian in 2007 as <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2800968" target="_blank">Ovid Yeats</a>, operated a three-strikes and you are out rule. I would twice ignore any other anonymous people that wrote unsolicited angwee responses addressing my writing, and, the third time it happened, would respond full force in kind and unleash with both satirical barrels the third time they tried engaging with me satirically.<br />
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Ovid Yeats: 22/3/2007 - /1/8/2007.<br />
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<a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2992038" target="_blank">Human Love</a>: 20/9/2007 - 17/10/2007.<br />
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<a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3042619" target="_blank">Practicing Artist</a>: 6/11/2007 - 22/12/2007<br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">Then
began a cat and mouse game, that involved me being slung off by the
anonymous CommuntiyModerator, and immediately creating a new account and
going straight back on. I remember really upsetting the Editor on 7 May
2009, reaching a next level with <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3731709" target="_blank">despenser</a>, defending a famous poet from the English golden circle, Faber and Faber poet, David Harsent, from the very serious <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2009/may/05/poet-laureate-poetry" target="_blank">collective s/m trash-talk assault</a>
he was getting from the regulars in the comment section of a snarky
piece he'd written about the then yet to become ennobled (Sir) Andrew
Motion, the then UK Poet Laureate: <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2009/may/05/poet-laureate-poetry" target="_blank">There's nothing poetic about the poet laureate</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">In fact, i see looking at it that Jack Underwood is there, <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2749377" target="_blank">CJUnderwood</a>. </span></span><br />
<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><br /></span></span>
<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">(Ah,
yes, i remember now this name from my early days on the Guardian, but
never linked it, until now, with being the Jack <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/aug/01/happiness-jack-underwood-review-debut-poetry-collection" target="_blank">Underwood recently thrashed by Sean O'Brien</a>.)</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">I
agreed with the trolls, but as an intellectual exercise, found an uber
polite, kind, respectful voice that successfully countered the trolls
vicious trashing of Harsent, and i had a great time being a new bestie
on the page with this senior fellow, reading, i suspect, and something
happened. I writing as despenser lasted a day, two comments. The final
paragraph of <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3731709" target="_blank">despenser</a>'s toxic offensive shit to the English rose Editor of the time: </span></span><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<a href="http://searchingforimbas.blogspot.ie/p/imbas-forosnai-by-nora-k-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Imbas</a>, is an Irish word that encapsulates the sense of poetic and
writerly intuition that leads to discovering the calm space in the
centre of the storm, in the purest sense, which in Gaelic literary
culture prior to its implosion four hundred years ago, relates to a
mythical well called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connla's_Well" target="_blank">Seigas</a>, which at one time symbolized the whole
enterprise of textual creation. Now however, attempting to speak of such
things is a very dangerous business for the online writer especially,
as it brings out the worst in those who would rather Seigas well was not
talked of.<br />
<br />
Desmond Swords</blockquote>
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After lasting a day and slung off for writing my real name, i returned the same day as <a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3733533" target="_blank">OhGodNotHimAgain</a>,
but knowing that i could never sign my real name to any of the writing
as that would get me instantly slung off. Just my name, Desmond Swords. A
combination of my father and mother's surnames. <br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">The
writing worked, i was left alone, until the final straw came four
months later, in a harmless piece of writing responding to a Robbie
Williams story, that ended on the line so highly offensive to the editor
it got me deleted and blocked again: </span></span></div>
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<i>I have just been reading up on the story so far, and am wondering if he
needs me to write songs for him to sing, Bobsicle: Williams and i, one
day he could be making me millions.</i><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">Of
course, it didn't stop me. Scores more names had preceded it and, over
the next four years, scores more followed. Indeed, one of my recent
compliments came from the observation made by a senior English poet,
that I 'had a different name every week'. Sometimes you'd get thru five a
day. They'd delete the accounts entirely, and so the majority of
these short lived one and two comments written in name after different
name after different name, were altogether wiped from the public record; but now and again one turns up.
A handful of the ones i have recently stumbled across and saved as bookmarks are</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3199696" target="_blank">Deasmhuman O'Claimhin</a>: 28/3/2008 - 3/4/2008</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/3599058" target="_blank">Hyperborean</a>: </span></span><span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">14/1/2009 - 21/1/2009</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/4200584" target="_blank">laurelandhardygod</a>: 25/6/2010 - 5/7/2010</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/10962405" target="_blank">TWilkinson</a>: 16/10/2012 - 14/11/2012</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/11803634" target="_blank">Amazeballs</a>: 27/4/2013 - 24/6/2013</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0">After taking a year's break i returned with my current one on 30/6/204</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="csrg-0-0" data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".2h.1:5:1:$comment10153003798258483_10153004007188483:0.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$csrg.0:$csrg-0-0.0"><a href="https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/13475976" target="_blank">gwionb</a>.</span></span>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-55945498712310150362015-08-14T16:20:00.001-07:002015-08-14T16:20:55.890-07:00Journey With The Em Dash <span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.0"></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class=" UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0">(Originally a comment on Chicago poet, <a href="http://www.clararosethornton.com/" target="_blank">Clara Rose Thornton</a>'s phasebuke)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class=" UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0">I
use the em dash as an explicit parenthesis - when speaking out loud
something as an aside - that is incorporated into the flow of the
sentence you're writing. The other use is to distinctly separate the
final word/s at the very end of the sentence that a comma doesn't quite
achieve - yet. </span><br data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text1:0" /><br data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text3:0" /><span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text4:0">About
five or six years ago i was experimenting a lot with them in my daily
online creative-critical and conversational speculative-discourse
writing, coming up with a theory that there's a basic four beat
punctuation system with which we regulate the flow of our thoughts as
they come out and we write them down on the page with which we are
showing off to the Reader our intellects and imaginations. </span><br data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text5:0" /><br data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text7:0" /><span data-reactid=".39.1:5:1:$comment10153612516065712_10153612578690712:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text8:0">We
use a comma to halt the flow, with a quarter-beat; then you've the
semi-colon a half-beat: with the colon (as British-Hungarian poet George
Szirtes describes it) a 'miniature drum roll' signalling that something
important is about to be announced after it: the longest pause of all.
And with the period being the mark that ends it all when we start anew.
Then the em dash as described - to mark an explicit aside in what is
being said - (the opposite of bracket parenthesis, which is more like
communicating to the Reader privately in a whisper) - and also to make
the end bit of a sentence stand out because a comma doesn't quite do the
job - if ye noo worra mane duk.</span></span></span></span>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-13679447791781449552015-08-14T15:05:00.000-07:002015-08-14T16:06:41.627-07:00Memory of MotownClassic soul singing from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connla's_Well" target="_blank">Segais Well</a> - <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Segais-Well-Shamanic-and-Mystical-Ritual-Tools-and-Metaphysical-Supplies/362066293835588?pnref=story" target="_blank">Shamanic and Mystical Ritual Tools and Metaphysical Supplies</a>. Wiva force ov an <a href="http://goodgamingblog.blogspot.ie/2012/06/folklore-friday-know-your-legends_08.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">leannán sí</span></a> sweetly murmuring the joys and the heartbreaks - combined into the voices of a global music happening all our loves and lives, in letters writ upon our page by the hand of fate, poetry and <a href="http://www.teanglann.ie/en/fgb/d%C3%A1n" target="_blank">dán</a>, <a href="http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com/translation/topic34939.html" target="_blank">grá agus síocháin</a>, n' memories of the Motown All Stars blasting from my eldest sister's stereo, singing the songs that played on a loop in our 1970s Ormskirk bygone times 'ouse on a cul de sac. Where all us many kids played hide n seek, kirby, blockie, commandos; walked across the live-line and stayed un-electrocuted. Watched top of the pops every thursday, read my guy, jackie, and all the problem pages. & watched whilst breakfasting morning commuters stare in at us from a train stopped at the back of our garden. Worra ye lake.
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/a-C_CVXtJ4s" width="560"></iframe>Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1126284510645986432005-09-09T09:00:00.000-07:002015-08-14T21:04:28.522-07:00Inaugural Patrick Kavanagh Celebration 2005 1/8/05<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0103701/" target="_blank">PJ Brady</a> & i hosted the inaugural 2005 <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nusGeE41UW0/RtDIlTaQPQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JiVVQvczfAc/s1600-h/finalposter.jpg" target="_blank">Patrick Kavanagh Celebration</a> last Thursday, above the Palace Bar, Fleet Street, Temple Bar. This boozer is where Kavanagh held court with the contemporary hacks, and famously said of:<br />
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<i>The Palace Bar, there was the gabble of poetry to be heard.</i><br />
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The night kicked off with actor-poet Brady doing a 25 minute piece from his one man Kavanagh show, where he plays the man himself in his own prose and poems. I first saw this show last year, around this time, when I had been in Dublin for a couple of months. I came here after finishing a degree in writing studies and drama, at Edge Hill College, Ormskirk, which is also my home town. By the time I left my writing was all along the lines of mining the depths of my Irishness, and I knew that a crossroads had been reached and really there was only one way to go.<br />
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I could stay in England and be an "Irishman" writing about a place I barely knew, or I could go to Ireland and see what happened with the writing. Really there was no choice, as to stay in England and write meant I would have turned into a <a href="http://irishpost.co.uk/author/joe-horgan/" target="_blank">Joe Horgan </a>clone, prior to his moving to Cork.<br />
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When I first got here the usual spiel to anyone asking why I had come, was to roll out the Horgan analogy. Anyone who read his column in the Irish Post (weekly newspaper for the Irish in Britain) would know what I mean. Up until he actually moved to Ireland his column was pretty one dimensional. It would run along the same lines every week -<br />
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"My name is Joe, I am a second generation Irish person who grew up in Birmingham. I have a dual identity. I don't know who I am. Life is a bitch when you are a plastic paddy. Low lie the fields of Athenry. Ireland forever."<br />
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So imagine my surprise when I was at the Kavanagh poetry prize last year and his name was read out as the winner, as I sat there in the heart of poetry flame HQ, surrounded by all the previous winners and the great and good of Irish poetry, scribbling away in my journal, which in itself was something of a novelty as I was the only one writing. What a way to get noticed without even trying, going to the druidic lair and Heaney's golden circle armed with pen and paper, only to realise that you are the only one with that idea.<br />
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Just before this PJ was doing a two week run of his show <a href="http://www.irishplayography.com/play.aspx?playid=785" target="_blank">The Heart Laid Bare</a>, a one man show in which he plays Kavanagh. For the first week the audiences had been dire, and there was only himself and his brother Seamus to do all the work, so I volunteered to put up a few of his glossy posters at some establishment events, which I had read were on. Up till this point I had only been to the weekly open mic at Brogans, where the non mainstream poets gathered to warble. I am still with them now, and they are the antithesis of the wine and cheese poetry brigade, a lot more real and less educated.<br />
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Last year was Kavanagh's birth centenary and everyone in Dublin was on the bandwagon, somewhat ironically he has become an establishment icon, long after his life, when the Irish literary establishment wouldn't give him the time of day. <br />
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There were two events, one was a Kavanagh manuscript exhibition at the
National Library and the other was the Royal College of Surgeons launch
of Peter Fallon's translation of Virgil's Georgics, published by his own
imprint, The Gallery Press; with fellow Gallery Press poet Seamus
Heaney introducing his publisher's translation of the Latin bard. These,
I thought, were two of the most perfect places to catch Dublin's
poetry buffs. The Kavanagh manuscript launch was on Kildare Street at
6.30 and Fallon at 7pm, 5 minutes away in the College of Surgeons,
Stephens Green.<br />
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I arrived at the library and asked if it was OK to put a poster up, and the security man said fine, no problem. After I had put one up I thought it would be an idea to ask whoever was doing the spiel if they could mention PJ's show. I ended up talking to the third in charge oppo, who came out with the classic reason, after being asked if she could ask the main honcho to mention the show -<br />
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"I don't think it would be appropriate in the circumstances"<br />
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I couldn't help but inwardly laugh, thinking "what circumstances are they? This is a Kavanagh do, Ireland's premier Kavanagh actor is having a limited run of a world-class Kavanagh show, performing his own prose and poems on stage; surely the circumstances couldn't be more apt?"<br />
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However, being new to Dublin and still enthralled with the place, I moved on to Fallon and thought I would play it by ear. When I got there I decided to forget asking for a mention and just put the poster up in the wine and cheese ballroom where all the faces were to mingle post book launch, that happened in the main raked, six or seven tiered, college of surgeons lecture theatre .<br />
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The ballroom was an imposing high-vaulted space with an intricately decorated ceiling adorned with expensive oak and plaster friezes, and fading oil portraits of various Augustine personages hung staring out on the walls; but the sash windows had been faced with interior double glazing, making an excellent flat surface for the poster.<br />
After the library vibe I thought it best to completely cover all bases, and so got permission from the security man to put it up. So, after the launch, as the crowd mingled, I went to put it up, but half way through a man who was clearly involved in the launch - I had watched him introduce Heaney at the start of the event in the main lecture hall - came over in a very agitated and disgruntled state, and we had the following exchange -<br />
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"You can't put that up here"<br />
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"It's OK, I got permission to put it up"<br />
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"What, from security?" (somewhat disbelievingly)<br />
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"Yes"<br />
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"Well, erm they probably think you're with us. You'll have to take it down."<br />
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By this time I was inwardly laughing more than I had been at the library, as he was obviously very highly charged, probably because of the high profile nature of the event, so I said "no problem" and started to slowly un-sellotape the two thirds affixed poster, which is when the funniest thing happened. He physically interjected and said<br />
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"Here, let me help you."<br />
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And just at this point about to tear it away like an angry executive
snatching a latte from a facetious office boy, he realised his behaviour
was drawing attention to us, away from the main focus and centre of poetic gravity
in the space. And he blushed brightly before turning on his heels and then shuffled off to fulfill his role of chief smiler, hand-shaker and chit chatter of poetry related pleasantries with those present. He had inadvertently given me more free publicity than I could have hoped for, as the eyes in the room noted from their corners the man who Mister Poetry Ireland Director (i later learned) had been having the frisson of exchange with. As you will be aware, at the wine and cheese do's any news is big news, no matter how slight, so I felt somewhat pleased with my efforts. I had not gone out to create a fuss, but still the fuss came and could not have been better scripted.<br />
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I had been to my first Dublin literary establishment splashes, back to back, and all in all a good evening's voluntary work had come of it. I ended up spotting a mobile notice-board just outside the sumptuous drawing room and decided to put the poster on there. When I had slowly and methodically done so I turned round and was immediately met, ten feet away, by the eyes of Fallon and Heaney; who were
having a one on one time out from the bustle of the ballroom, alone
sitting on two chairs to the side at the top of the sweeping marble
staircase, saying nothing and staring directly at me.<br />
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And with no sign of
acknowledgement from them of me beyond the stare, caught
unawares, not realising they were there, I sheepishly raised my eyes
and walked off in fixed facial feature. I was filled with
positivity at the success of my mission, smiling in joyful surprise as I vacated the building, welling with <a href="http://searchingforimbas.blogspot.ie/p/imbas-forosnai-by-nora-k-chadwick.html" target="_blank">imbhas</a> and feeling I had made a good impression of things.<br />
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At this point I had not seen the show, and was going with my instinct that it would be good, as I knew PJ from the Tuesday night open mic poetry event, <a href="http://www.shitcreekreview.com/issue4/page37.htm?37" target="_blank">Write and Recite</a>. I ended up going on the second to last night and it was a full house, in the same place we did the Kavanagh celebration. He really brought Kavanagh to life, as the man himself, or so I imagined. A man who lived in near poverty for most of his life, before his memory was sanitised by the collective forces which took control of his identity. On the final night there were a few RTE producers in the audience and since then PJ has made a number of radio programmes with RTE. One as the Kavanagh expert on RTE's "The Enchanted Way", hosted by Pat Boran, and another piece about his life as an actor and poet. <br />
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Last Thursdays event was all about bringing established and emerging poets together on the same bill, and the night was a great success. After PJ, Leanne O'Sullivan read, as did Maurice Scully, along with <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1SwZQ1_VI4" target="_blank">the usual</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGfpg_CBM2M" target="_blank">open-mic </a><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_P7691fJic" target="_blank">suspects</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAXQED7rqgw" target="_blank">from the</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_t314XlqgQ" target="_blank">Tuesday</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIQBZInrm4Y" target="_blank">Sessions</a>, who <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zIfGaKVF7E" target="_blank">now</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKKp8WUH5-M" target="_blank">have</a> a little bit more <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=No1LHNwac5I" target="_blank">belief</a> in ourselves than before.<br />
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Thanks, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Nr1mQ08-5w" target="_blank">Ireland</a>. Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1112719539663729812005-04-05T09:43:00.000-07:002005-04-05T09:45:39.663-07:00SHOW THE BIZTonight's the big night<br />showbiz is coming<br />to take me away<br />and shoot me to the stars.<br /><br />Who's that in the corner?<br />Is it the head of Sony,<br />Decca,<br />Music for Pleasure?<br />Here to make my fantasies breathe<br />and become as real<br />as the stout swill<br />my foot has just stepped in?<br /><br />And what about her?<br />The blonde just sat down on the couch<br />ferreting around<br />in her minimally chic otter skin suitcase?<br /><br />Is she fishing out the contract?<br />My pact with the devil?<br />I don't mind signing on the dotted line<br />as long as I'm made to feel wanted.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1112305192695356422005-03-31T11:34:00.000-08:002005-03-31T13:39:52.696-08:00Drone of boreThe lasting stone of desire<br />swelling to pip full strip back the cracked ones<br />has now settled into the soul singing sensational<br />squall of a strong blow<br />where bafflement can begin<br />dripping the amber climate<br />of unitary sense<br />outside the gyre spinning<br />clockwise love<br />ticking with the hands of strife<br />in reiki rainbow centres<br />and freaky trip out<br />places like the front room of Alan's<br />where we bargain with the beginner fiction writers<br />who populate cyberspace<br />seeking conection.<br /><br />And when Empedocles is thrown in the<br />slow bake of which nots and where fors<br />slowly start to take shape as the chill out<br />dumbed ups of W1 covent Garden<br />swill the air with the sound of<br />an elite corp of strangled notions<br />teetering on the bring<br />of every drivel laden cliche<br />imaginable to man and beast<br />who feed on the slop shop filler<br />wheeze is all gettin' a taste of<br />next week when Windle Sparkance<br />gets launching the transmigrationals<br />of an old demonic grace.<br /><br />And the slant kill republican's<br />are gonna blog Sparky's start<br />in word star world with a bikini riot street jive<br />'n jingle up the lingo with bamboo eggs<br />cheese needle skewered<br />and cracked by the sandwich jazz of a<br />top table fin clutching bongocero god<br />whose gonna wrap up the day with<br />an extemporised slap fest<br />of bird chirping imitational grace<br />that's gonna get the pigeons<br />in a lather and Windle filled with the vibe<br />that words worth the weight<br />of hearing should be allowed to simmer<br />before getting set free to sail the air<br />and anchor in the listeners ear.<br /><br />This was written as part of an ongoing (ad) continuim, where certain very interesting and exciting aspects of Empedoclesian theory is decanted into verse, in order to counter certain ideas currently being put forward by other members of staff here at the university. These ideas relate to the metrical supremacy of Parmenidesian thought at the expense of Empedocles, which is obviously an outrageous claim, as the hexameter Empedocles deploys is both supple and responsive to the material which it addresses, forming the backdrop to a large section of Western thought which can be traced directly through Lucretius to Plutarch and the metaphysicals, culminating with the superbly clear and light prose-poetry we encounter in Yeats' <em>Vision,</em> which I am currently using as the raw material for a "write through" project in which I will create 12 slim volumes of disposable poetry, which I hope will question the stasis in much modern poetry today.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1111348876753292012005-03-20T11:55:00.000-08:002015-08-14T18:26:00.903-07:00Ron Silly Man Theft AllegationHi<br />
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My name is Jan Manzwotz and I am an American academic at a mid western university, where I teach poetry to tender minds, at that crucial stage of development where they need to be guided by the binary multiples inherent in post modern discourse and in lecture breaks, or alternatively, when on the cellphone talking the "dumbassification" of the primary intelligibles, which given socio economic paternal structures direct when bearing on the flow stress angle of certain allegations made by Ronald the “Silly Man” MacDonald, relating to the stealing of oral poetry from a certain university catering establishment I am not at liberty to mention. It has come to my attention through one of my students, that Mr Silly Man's blog has brought to light the fact that some post modern poets are indulging in blatant plagiarisms, which I have long been aware of, but kept quiet about because of professional rivalries I am unable to discuss at present.<br />
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I have a few of my works in development housed here on my blog, as the politics in the lecturer canteen can get very heated, as we wonder who we can trust with our highly complex and very interesting ideas. So interesting they appeal only to the very gifted of an exclusive linguistic cartel. As a result of these oral thefts I prefer to remain silent at all times except when I am in the presence of manual domestic staff who show no real likelihood of ever deciding to get educated and so are unaware of their true worth and potential as language maestros. And I record their native patois and use it to create my masterpieces, using only a Dictaphone, which I conceal in a pair of lightweight new polymer material trousers, which I had made by a chef-as-artist who creates sandwiches at one of my local def jam poetry groups, where we practise the linguistically innovative poetry we write, which is known as L=A=N=G=A=U=G=E, after the magazine that spawned this genre, and of who the most well known exponents are Charles Bernstein and Scalljah AKA Sloppy Bob <a href="http://scalljah.blogspot.com/">http://scalljah.blogspot.com/</a>, who has had a few posts pulled from the blog sites of other academic poets after they had taken legal advice pertaining to the law of defamation and slander.<br />
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Certain people's names were mentioned, which were an integral and disposable part of Scalljah's work, and who (I am assuming) are the wielders of the real power in those academies where fantasy keeps them all breathing. A fantasy which is more real than the catering establishment where most of the real post modern poetic decisions and oral thefts occur. Certain legal issues prohibit me from identifying the canteen in question, but I can tell you that the interior ambient furnishings and overall eye material scheme was a special commission, undertaken by a very well known reality television painter and decorator who, once again, legal issues disallow me from naming in person. These premises are kept on 24 hour standby by the star god dons of the Anglo-American poetry mafia who live simple lives, wanting no more than to have a light meal and a consensual swing session with whoever is in the que holding the lucky ticket which allows them past the velvet rope and into the backroom where the real ideas on how to take the poetics of the English speaking world forward are forged.<br />
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Personally I think they must have got their advice from the ghost of George Carmen, via the spirit of Adolf Hitler, and using the medium of myself. But little are they aware that my advice was not worth the air I didn't send it on, and I myself am advising Scalljah to take advice from a legal mind who knows every law ever written and herself advises a toilet attendant called Derek, who is in fact the worlds most naturally gifted practising hereditary lawyer-poet and can turn into a salmon, a ten foot teenager, a conjurers wig, an office memo directing top down organisational change, and turn black to white and vice versa; using only the power of his mind and the relevant incantations, which are delivered to him when he is watching bugs bunny on the cartoon network. I have also suggested he read an anthology tome titled "New Poetcs - an introduction," which lays bare the minds of many of the most avant garde minds in poetry.<br />
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This is a head bangingly heavy duty legal poetry text, and after considering my advice, Scalljah has decided to book into a 10 star world depression treatment center of excellence in the Hollywoood hills, and send the bill to and sue the academic poets who removed his postings, for substantial financial damages and a written apology, which the poets in question will have to read out whilst standing on their head naked, in the non existent Supreme Poetry Court of Fair Play, which doesn't sit once every blue moon on top of Achill Island's Slievmore mountain. Failure to attend is an admission that their conduct has done him a grevious wrong and he is indeed, seriously mentally deluded and in need of recognition by fellow spaced out poets who dwell in worlds of fancy.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110831950361444062005-03-14T12:23:00.000-08:002015-08-14T14:40:40.637-07:00Dosser PoetEoin's got addicted to sugar free methadone<br />
and writing 10 line poems.<br />
His hair is doss-tramp unwashed straight<br />
hung down rat-tail like from a balding crown<br />
whisping to the tip of his shirt collar.<br />
He has a blood-pressure tan<br />
and L shaped facial hair<br />
when seen in profile.<br />
He grips the lectern and delivers like a nodding derrick<br />
the zig zag flickering verse<br />
<i>golden...with multitudinous...things</i><br />
such as the<br />
<i>dust</i> of <i>obliteration glow</i>ing in a haze of <i>cats and...dishes</i><br />
and nothing can stop him<br />
as the imagined hands of Donne and Shelley<br />
hover by his soul<br />
falling swift to snatch its core<br />
and wring out the poems<br />
stretching fibres of his art until an entirely different entity<br />
is exposed in a church-sermon tone's drone-like delivery.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110830445565118572005-03-14T11:56:00.000-08:002015-08-14T14:45:59.249-07:00BormyuWatch love parade on screen, listen to the<br />
imagined radio of fine sliced pop<br />
binding unknown with backwash brain-fed<br />
myth hovering timeless in a rock<br />
of quartz revealing all life's background thread<br />
- decisions that obscure the precise spot -<br />
where instinct has no measure and cannot<br />
recognise belief or deal with all the realms<br />
between the ether freely entered into unneeded<br />
for real breathing life to soak up more than<br />
solely daylight, and the crafty chef de claque<br />
with armies of commissaires, chatouilleurs<br />
rieurs, and galaxies of pleureurs whose hit<br />
hands bring worldly success by scandal, calmly<br />
rationally; Stravinsky clapper-slams<br />
that engineer the spring whose barmy seemless<br />
unreal truth of TV runs dance sleek still<br />
in the original feet barmy generations crave,<br />
then chain to harm free minds in a remote<br />
shackle of virtual long trance, surreal audiences<br />
auto-chance applaud in as the unknown<br />
choreography, Leonide, and the future bills<br />
of star-dream yet to wake.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110821508930135062005-03-14T09:29:00.000-08:002015-08-14T14:50:38.960-07:00PUTONTo calm the fizz<br />
her palms spread on<br />
a table close to vertical take off<br />
through much powerful thought<br />
...too much chasing shifts<br />
she's never caught<br />
but startled awake with otherworldly hints<br />
of the farce<br />
returning atoms<br />
to her pulse's core,<br />
where particles leap fitfully<br />
in tandem with the fixed<br />
constituent case of her flesh;<br />
and worlds dwelling there<br />
are seeped and sunken<br />
by the shadow<br />
screws spiralling to horizon's skewered<br />
window of what's known<br />
but in this moment;<br />
a sole image<br />
beyond virtual;<br />
just like the never seen<br />
spectrum ring of her specter's<br />
webbed-to-ribbed perfecting<br />
cold mind<br />
coolly analysing all.<br />
<br />
This piece is a semi-found escapement of the Theoromic symbol Blake envisaged. A kind of virginial harlot in service of the divine law of polyamoratory, as posited in several ongoing research works by a number of colleagues at our informal "virtual department of fragmentary poetics" - a sort of unofficial oneiromantic web-fellowship continuing the investigative and philosophically structural work used in the work of the Golden Dawn.<br />
<br />
With effort, patterns can be located within and without the anima mundi, and, each member, be given a relevant tatwa-like equivalent, along with a whole host of other stuff. The symbolic talisman used at the first breath of modernism (cardboard cut ups etc) in the work of Yeats, can now be telescoped and expanded so that the response time and schedules for members can be calculated more precisely.<br />
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This piece came from a gyre symbol, which all members received, and a common image was generated whilst we were in separate geo-physical locations. These were noted in every participants journal after each collective event. I wrote this as a part of the ongoing themed investigation to that specific event within a wider net of syncronistic occurrences, which can be empirically gauged (as well as anything can be said to be so measured) and exist symbiotically with the work of written "stuff" written to enlighten, entertain and educate all at the same time. Simultaneously. Simultaneously means, 'at the same time'. But ye know that, don't you?<br />
<br />
Goodbye.Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110820987174343292005-03-14T09:20:00.000-08:002015-08-14T14:59:09.985-07:00GIRL PASS GRANDA SUNThe girl in the sun of her grandad's password<br />
made a slight error as she<br />
strode across the liquid light,<br />
becoming unstable in the universe,<br />
withering to fade in a simple binary<br />
of opposite equal quadrants<br />
braided with collars of golden<br />
community care hospitals;<br />
opening their souls encased in concrete<br />
corpses,<br />
<br />
splattering corridors of shadow and brindle<br />
in the deep held blur-cored within the error<br />
message of her soul's short journey into deep<br />
space.<br />
<br />
Cyber wide pop ups talk up in telling her<br />
of tapped new toys playing in waterfall brain-<br />
storms her mother left for the milkman<br />
of her nightmares.<br />
<br />
Bubbling joyless her muffling nowhere<br />
left her desperate for more of the loveless white<br />
top bird peck mourning the red daughters loss.<br />
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<b>CRITICAL EXPLANATION DIRECTLY BELOW THIS BOLD TEXT </b><br />
<br />
The impulse behind this discontinuity of narrative came after reading Tolstoy, whilst simultaneously (forgive typo) listening to Bob Cobbing and Robert Creely, who were playing on a self created tape I have, whereby the two have been cut up and spliced as one, a sort of write through, but using the tonal quality of the end line breath-pause for a basic literary structure on which the verbal piece is hung.<br />
<br />
Tolstoy informs the passion, or, rather, the more "real" creative elements of a constituent linguistic word-play and critical register. Which is actually a very exciting way of creating interesting pieces that challenge persona expectation deployed within the narrative (as such as there is one), and, I think - works very well.<br />
<br />
A muscular steadfast meter that is not afraid to ask some pretty serious questions about the deeper aspects of the mundane. The girl in the sun who makes the stride could be connected with the Kavanagh notion of snatching moments of poetry out from "the passionate transitory". Although, when her alter-ego persona (who is "her" hinted to reside in a community care hospital) is receiving pop ups telling her of the mothers fantasy about a milkman, I suppose, Blake's more visionary philisophique, inherent in Albion, could be legitimately suggested to counter that notion.<br />
<br />
Thus fulfilling the binary motif inherent in the work. Pound's advice of keeping the abstractions low is certainly taken by the mother in the dream, as evidenced in "bird peck", suggesting a whole different and interesting tonality or sweep of the syntactic line. Which makes for a challenging and rewarding read.<br />
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Jolly well done. Coirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110820157946247962005-03-14T09:06:00.000-08:002005-03-14T09:09:17.946-08:00SPAYLEGHer existent force took direction,<br />saddled and found modern bargales askance<br />singing distressed and swizzerling turbot bowler statistics<br />at the lens drawer,<br />shpawling sums and stiff inflatable sharks<br />upon the warehouse float top<br />all in one stippled floor,<br />seeping reliable sopability from wait there's edge<br />of concert hall efficiency<br />as the hoop la ladies sit twiddling a wat el sinfind a few tings out about me marn<br />o my dob bab aloha,<br />blowjogging ashtray cockle born prawnsspunce<br />the last door clothing sale n' surf closedown<br />after party shootout<br />befounded for fory five yeah yeahs<br />and six or more sweepings whipping life astray<br />to cheesy flavour<br />pistol patients escaping the only time you need<br />them,<br />poking cheeks of umberella sidewalks<br />paradise of film stars with<br />pippa de doodle hey dooswinging from the branches like<br />oblivious blue titters from the audience<br />of none<br />frozen as a thought in spaceCoirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442200.post-1110819771640204532005-03-14T08:57:00.000-08:002005-03-14T09:02:51.643-08:00LINGUISTICALLY INNOVATIVE TOEThomas the experi-<br />mental<br />linquistically innovative lyrical poet-<br />sighing at the reading window<br />where no wolves prowl -<br />is beating his poetic wings<br />to crush and bend language flapping in the sing song dust of chaos<br />that scrapes outside of lingo normal's door<br />and the timbre of his doppleganger<br />- an oil throated story teller -<br />tells in speech gap narratives how fragmentary life whispers linear<br />trad syntactic sound redundant, whilst<br />here in parliament bank<br />mermaid accurate pieces testify to the sweeping ferocity<br />of slam multiple adornments in car picture garlands driving on street world sheet roads<br />running to roll on bronze wine ships<br />which hulk along white foam ribbon<br />under star dark pin prick skies<br />then roll off upon a sea outside of language.<br /><br />Into the terminal herding area<br />of a wet crust soggy heaven where test card olympians<br />stare through blue ripped yellow depths<br />and forge grammatically odd<br />sculptured poems in smithies of disruptionto poise and swim on rock top tables<br />littered with OAP infinities<br />gagging to laugh and gurgle at the filter jelly film packets<br />with owl panel corner cracks<br />sweeping colour friendly<br />hair clutch boxes<br />into needle murmers<br />smirking repeatedly as the head's breath inhales insect windmills<br />grinding into particles of moment<br />the dreams we rinse when unconsciousness<br />creeps,<br />sleeping off the full glob of life<br />that's been shrewed through the sieve<br />mixed and shrunk whipped to the consistency of blurred paint<br />then thrown out of kilter<br />until the faint trace of an outline<br />stirs and makes identification<br />of word packages dumped in the cauldron<br />at the warehouse of shifting contexts<br />dissolving<br />you, I, we or them<br />unofficial legislators whose technology problems<br />is vision compressed ‘n driven into a nascent flash<br />of immensly creative capacities<br />radically affecting past methods<br />because<br />"easy"<br />does not do it anymore<br />"hard fun" is the future<br />says Seymour<br />the mis-<br />chief and mysticism guru<br />who brought hi tech to learning<br />under the edict of Seamus<br />now<br />stroking his<br />palm clamped face<br />with ideal fingers<br />designed to tame in a dazzling dance the irrational<br />from biting backCoirí Filíochtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com0