Thursday, September 10, 2020

These are Words

Hung by the Neck

 Here are words

must have been


by the neck,


tarred and feathered


force-fed on hunger strike


the dumb motherfucking

stupidity of humans... 


Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Poem at the End

"Watching the news now
i know i will surely die
in a cold warehouse
erected by army engineers
on wasteground
between my place of work
and my own bedroom..."


Monday, May 4, 2020

April 27, 2020. 

November, Like a Hole in the Heart

Global Rights - For a Culture of Liberation

Gramsci, my sad man, we have told each other this,
to encourage the others,
as we pass in dark and sealed off streets,
our collars raised with this new flag
half knowing the dark route
we are
going anyway.

Lest we forget.


Saturday, January 11, 2020


Murdered by schoolmasters: the shape of
geometry, our geography,
the art of bodies, their growth and biology,
both scrambled and unscrambling.

On January 9th, 2013, Sakine Cansiz (Sara), Kurdistan National Congress (KNK) Paris Representative Fidan Doğan (Rojbin), and Leyla Şaylemez (Ronahî), an organizer for the PKK’s youth movement,  were shot dead in their Paris office.
So we remember…

Murdered by schoolmasters
(with tongues twisted and ears deafened):
cultivation, the lives of animals, the
eloquence and statesmanship of trees,
the secrecy of secrets, their mystery,
this language we lost,
(more tongues tormented by schoolmasters)
and this mouth that lost it,
and loss, left now in its abandoning
and in its place,
left decent and desperate, survivors.

Monday, December 16, 2019

The Need for an Angel

"The road empty but for leaves and the debris the storm had abandoned that no one had bothered to clear…"
"...For all these dull dead men in their grey suits whose whips beat us senseless there is an angel to wake us, before dawn, between one footfall here and the next, before day breaks, on these damp drunk tram tracks heading towards winter walking head bent to the sound the song the voice of free men and free women whose hearts and dreams are the lungs of the world

We will be free!"

Friday, December 6, 2019

Leaving Brosna – Five ‘Love’ Poems by Séamas Carraher

The rain won’t stop
though it may dance its hunger
a foot above the fields
at the now-cold-dark of daybreak...
These cows don’t give a shit, either,
and the train, this fucking train,
like all trains in our leaving
partly Jewish in its heritage,
but Irish too in
its numb statement
that nothing matters...
...merely one more anonymous me,
on his lonely way back
to work.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

For  Ahmet Altan – in a Turkish  prison

"These are the things they took away..."

Ahmet Hüsrev Altan, the Turkish writer and journalist, was rearrested on 12 November, 2019, just a week after his release from prison over alleged links to the failed 2016 coup. He had earlier been serving an aggravated life sentence in prison for the bizarre charges of “sending subliminal messages to coup conspirators” (via  a TV interview) on the eve of the July 2016 failed coup in Turkey.

Wounds are so deep and painful in these countries that in order to clean those wounds you have to use your pen like a scalpel. We are forced to go outside literature and write directly political pieces. Writing becomes engulfed by politics.”   (Ahmet Altan, Times Literary Supplement)

Ahmet Altan released his memoir of his arrest and detention in March 2019: I Will Never See the World Again. In reality, his arrest at dawn, like that of his own father 45 years previously, is a result of his courageous criticism of the now-oppressive Erdoğan-AKP regime in Turkey as well his outspoken defense of the rights of Kurds, Armenians and ‘Free Speech’.