I love how a man who went bankrupt running a bookies' in Ireland is here to tell us how to play any game.
Much less reduce life and living to a zero-sum game where others' success is somehow your loss.

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bleached like the skeleton of a stranded walrus
skulls, seemingly their only vital part
that's nice fellas but could you let us have some public transport links for backup?
This poem, this poet đ
Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it?
My favourite Annie Dillard quote, from THE WRITING LIFE
Never again was what weâd say. Weâd chant this almost every day. â Rachel Blau DuPlessis
Anyone who spends âŹ25 bucks on this book shouldnât be allowed to own a credit card or get a loan.
I love how a man who went bankrupt running a bookies' in Ireland is here to tell us how to play any game.
Much less reduce life and living to a zero-sum game where others' success is somehow your loss.
We couldn't possibly let the gambling addiction and dead dog factory fend for itself
The generalisation of "less lethal" weapons among French police has been a defining feature of the last two decades. Originally confined to specialist units, their use has become commonplace leading to serious injury. This is the first time we have seen them deployed so extensively against children.
The damp hay or moss helps them keep breathing, & they don't run out of air in the barrel. So..that's how you move your live eels. Unless you're the Dutch. Then you put them in the holds of well ships and bring them over to England by the ton. But that's a different story. /fin
Maybe some of us notice though?
The last sentence.
This is neoliberalism in action. Private businesses cannot provide satisfactory public services because the profit motive has primacy.
âEveryone was in town for the wheat / Convention. Kansas City, Power / And Light.â Read âSensual Songs for Eight-Year-Olds,â a poem by Patricia Lockwood from the collection Agate Head / Stone Soup.
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Thrilled to get my hands on the first copies of 'not on like birds but under the curve', a pamphlet of tiny poems with SeĂĄn Ă'RĂordĂĄin and birds in them, hand sewn with red thread. Out soon with Wild Honey Press đŒ
We're so pleased to be hosting Tom Branfoot alongside friends Anthony V. Capildeo and Nat Raha next Thursday 8 October at 7pm. Expect an evening of beautiful poetry readings and discussions - you can get your tickets now on our website!
The judges of the PEN Heaney Prize on Dwelling by Måighréad Medbh - www.englishpen.org/posts/news/p...
It doesn't matter that Ireland only has miniscule fragments of native forests left, or that these are mostly in a dying state. When it comes to fixing that, everything takes forever and is piecemeal, if it even happens at all. It's always plenty of talk and written reports, but little or no action.
Eternal gratitude to whoever can help my out with this đ Promise to use it for purposes of pure divilment