Holes
Go to December 23rd, 2006, the first line of Holes
| 2017-06-25 | Today’s hole has already been written. |
| 2017-06-24 | Sorry we fucked up, you can’t have a home. |
| 2017-06-23 | Strong and stable sent to do the dishes. |
| 2017-06-22 | Judiciousness is today’s protest march. |
| 2017-06-21 | Sobriety is the new charisma. |
| 2017-06-20 | Nabakov was a wicked old tike. |
| 2017-06-19 | The baby is on the writing table. |
| 2017-06-18 | Grenfell Tower, face of austerity. |
| 2017-06-17 | Take the homes you need, kick out the landlords. |
| 2017-06-16 | Londoners rise like a giant Phoenix. |
| 2017-06-15 | Tessie May can’t look people in the eyes. |
| 2017-06-14 | [sorrow] |
| 2017-06-13 | The DUP are coming to get you. |
| 2017-06-12 | The promise of form always keeps you poor. |
| 2017-06-11 | You do know there are very long poems! |
| 2017-06-10 | Another crack opens and hope shines through. |
| 2017-06-09 | Tessi Mae. Tessi Mae. What have you done! |
| 2017-06-08 | Donald unites everyone in disgust. |
| 2017-06-07 | Donald’s daughter is weeping for Paris. |
| 2017-06-06 | Donald is not in need of Medicare. |
| 2017-06-05 | Donald swoops with Zephers in the ether. |
| 2017-06-04 | Donald is ushering in the last days. |
| 2017-06-03 | Donald’s an ape with a fist full of shit. |
| 2017-06-02 | Donald’s in the corner sucking his thumb. |
| 2017-06-01 | Donald’s old, so doesn’t need the future. |
| 2017-05-31 | Donald’s got a ten, but still gropes pussy. |
| 2017-05-30 | Donald’s rich, so doesn’t need your applause. |
| 2017-05-29 | Donald’s famous, so doesn’t need the truth. |
| 2017-05-28 | There’s no mystery, you’re the one for me. |
| 2017-05-27 | Come on Arsenal win the cup again! |
| 2017-05-26 | Seaweed wraps are no substitute for chips. |
| 2017-05-25 | Will somebody please photograph Donald! |
| 2017-05-24 | No words, just love. No words, just love. Just love. |
| 2017-05-23 | Heroes and martyrs do not kill children. |
| 2017-05-22 | The hidden things on dancing feet are socks. |
| 2017-05-21 | We are drowning the oceans with plastics. |
| 2017-05-20 | I am learning to enjoy rejection. |
| 2017-05-19 | What was once eccentric is now the norm. |
| 2017-05-18 | Must mention Roland Barthes sometime today. |
| 2017-05-17 | Let’s study rather than worship the stars. |
| 2017-05-16 | So much good will I blew into pieces. |
| 2017-05-15 | I have become a Young Hegelian. |
| 2017-05-14 | You can’t have that dream, it’s not been paid for. |
| 2017-05-13 | The books pile up like hands never shaken. |
| 2017-05-12 | I’d die my hair but I’m no natural. |
| 2017-05-11 | And when you’re a star they let you do it. |
| 2017-05-10 | Locker room safe zone, a rapist’s logic. |
| 2017-05-09 | I don’t sing any more, I just listen. |
| 2017-05-08 | Marking is a chop stick in the forehead. |
| 2017-05-07 | Single Party Britain freezes in Spring. |
| 2017-05-06 | A hole is a fold that does not travel. |
| 2017-05-05 | Thomas the Tank Engine is depressing. |
| 2017-05-04 | Penguins can’t fly but they can rock and roll! |
| 2017-05-03 | If you don’t keep up you’ll fall behind. |
| 2017-05-02 | How do you propose to slip past this one? |
| 2017-05-01 | We must make our peace with contorted veg. |
| 2017-04-30 | Intelligent life would leave us alone. |
| 2017-04-29 | Cartoon people shouting party slogans. |
| 2017-04-28 | Our love is like never ending hiccups. |
| 2017-04-27 | If I look at you too long you’ll wear out. |
| 2017-04-26 | Insignificance is the best platform. |
| 2017-04-25 | Science will take us to the edge of God. |
| 2017-04-24 | I have become my own backing singer. |
| 2017-04-23 | My eyes are the holes I’ve been searching for. |
| 2017-04-22 | I love my shake, it proves that I exist. |
| 2017-04-21 | Tessi May thinks debate is for losers. |
| 2017-04-20 | Aren’t we all a bit under the weather? |
| 2017-04-19 | Hydrogen, Helium, brute force and chance. |
| 2017-04-18 | I will go back to being an island. |
| 2017-04-17 | I have left too many holes in my bed. |
| 2017-04-16 | Bits of children hanging from bombed out trees. |
| 2017-04-15 | This is a world that includes you and me. |
| 2017-04-14 | Bertram Russell and a game of "chicken". |
| 2017-04-13 | When will this peacetime stop killing us all. |
| 2017-04-12 | Arsenal F.C. you need a boot sale. |
| 2017-04-11 | Being sick turns you into a blank cheque. |
| 2017-04-10 | The dust from our shoes is what will remain. |
| 2017-04-09 | Rivers of silence are flowing through me. |
| 2017-04-08 | There is an alien in my stomach. |
| 2017-04-07 | Third World Accident and Emergency. |
| 2017-04-06 | Trump thinks he's a good guy who zaps bad guys. |
| 2017-04-05 | In the end I will no doubt miss teaching. |
| 2017-04-04 | Bombs and gas are both equally evil. |
| 2017-04-03 | My back is a field of exploded mines. |
| 2017-04-02 | I am learning the art of doing zilch. |
| 2017-04-01 | Consider this a tiny photo booth. |
| 2017-03-31 | I’d grow a beard if I believed in sin. |
| 2017-03-30 | All the suits are snoring while Europe burns. |
| 2017-03-29 | Tuck your shirt in boy, the wind’s picking up. |
| 2017-03-28 | Bye bye England, hope you’re not too lonely. |
| 2017-03-27 | Don’t sweat it’s not so far on the way back. |
| 2017-03-26 | It’s simple, telling fibs gets you more hits. |
| 2017-03-25 | A flat stomach and a floppy hair cut. |
| 2017-03-24 | And all that beating heart is lying still. |
| 2017-03-23 | The dark side of celebrity culture. |
| 2017-03-22 | Statesmen exchanged for thick entrepreneurs. |
| 2017-03-21 | Where on this earth are those people marching. |
| 2017-03-20 | A little bit more hope has been snuffed out. |
| 2017-03-19 | Golgonooza is looking pretty sad. |
| 2017-03-18 | I’m a veteran of disappointment. |
| 2017-03-17 | Why have a character if you won’t dance? |
| 2017-03-16 | Children play their games in the jaws of time. |
| 2017-03-15 | I have swept my desk clean of all regret. |
| 2017-03-14 | Knowledge is a bleary eyed street orphan. |
| 2017-03-13 | Let’s just say, he didn’t die wondering. |
| 2017-03-12 | Biblical times demand a new bible. |
| 2017-03-11 | Africa is more serious than words. |
| 2017-03-10 | I am trying to hand the baton on. |
| 2017-03-09 | The righteous are not on television. |
| 2017-03-08 | Let’s look first to the fascists among us. |
| 2017-03-07 | Greedy hateful eyes squint at our children. |
| 2017-03-06 | Let’s all call it what it is, a death cult. |
| 2017-03-05 | Anarchic penguins take over the house. |
| 2017-03-04 | Tuam is a genocide on our doorstep. |
| 2017-03-03 | Do you know the way to Jerusalem? |
| 2017-03-02 | The Union Jack is a tattered rag |
| 2017-03-01 | The democratic infrastructure rocks! |
| 2017-02-28 | Fake news starts with a call to common sense. |
| 2017-02-27 | Crisis is despotism’s oxygen. |
| 2017-02-26 | I am paying for not writing in bed. |
| 2017-02-25 | We don't say garbage here we say rubbish. |
| 2017-02-24 | Without dopamine I am a screamer. |
| 2017-02-23 | I am allergic to dust and fascists. |
| 2017-02-22 | Seven new planets on which to project. |
| 2017-02-21 | The bus moves fastest whenever it breaks. |
| 2017-02-20 | I was your Jesus, but you betrayed me. |
| 2017-02-19 | Why doesn’t the media shut him down? |
| 2017-02-18 | Time has abandoned me and I’m thankful. |
| 2017-02-17 | Keep thinking about the 1930s. |
| 2017-02-16 | This is a monument of our despair. |
| 2017-02-15 | All that is required is your forbearance. |
| 2017-02-14 | The best thing in my life has been your love. |
| 2017-02-13 | If you were the moon I’d build a rocket. |
| 2017-02-12 | We are suffering from phantom limb voice. |
| 2017-02-11 | This evening I was quicker than the moon. |
| 2017-02-10 | The next prick to mention Brexit gets it! |
| 2017-02-09 | If you are reading this then I am gone. |
| 2017-02-08 | Someone has stolen our epiphanies. |
| 2017-02-07 | I would do everything differently. |
| 2017-02-06 | 6 a.m., still waiting for Morpheus. |
| 2017-02-05 | High Court Judges are now freedom fighters. |
| 2017-02-04 | Emma Lazarus writes another sonnet. |
| 2017-02-03 | The land of the free is now a prison. |
| 2017-02-02 | A flutter of wings from your broken book. |
| 2017-02-01 | Gun toting toddlers rule the Southern States. |
| 2017-01-31 | All day imprisoned by fascist knitwear. |
| 2017-01-30 | They have started loading the carriages. |
| 2017-01-29 | What to do with your hands in a workshop. |
| 2017-01-28 | He is the undergarment of the Law. |
| 2017-01-27 | That Book is the Devil disguised as Word. |
| 2017-01-26 | The planet heats up with indignation. |
| 2017-01-25 | That was the December of our ruin. |
| 2017-01-24 | This is the January of our shame. |
| 2017-01-23 | This is the winter of our discontent. |
| 2017-01-22 | Fog across Cork, the whole world is sweating. |
| 2017-01-21 | Now he has grabbed the pussy of the world. |
| 2017-01-20 | Trump sees his main competitor as God. |
| 2017-01-19 | The loneliest seals shed the biggest tears. |
| 2017-01-18 | The widest bears steal the sweetest honey. |
| 2017-01-17 | The tallest snakes are the friendliest pets. |
| 2017-01-16 | New term, and do you know anything new? |
| 2017-01-15 | Serial killer brains, stock exchange suits. |
| 2017-01-14 | Gulliver’s Travels now makes perfect sense. |
| 2017-01-13 | Repetition is the glue that binds us. |
| 2017-01-12 | Snow is the year making its first statement. |
| 2017-01-11 | Send them out Graham, let them fly away. |
| 2017-01-10 | Something happened on the day that he died. |
| 2017-01-09 | The thrill of discovery has left us. |
| 2017-01-08 | Happy birthday David, we all miss you. |
| 2017-01-07 | Blippi is the spawn of Beelzebub. |
| 2017-01-06 | Bloated public sector bed shortages. |
| 2017-01-05 | William Blake and the theme of lost sons. |
| 2017-01-04 | The only Light in the world is Reason. |
| 2017-01-03 | You can’t appropriate Judaism. |
| 2017-01-02 | You cannot protect yourself from regret. |
| 2017-01-01 | That was a decade in my reckoning. |
| 2016-12-31 | Write about gossip, read Frank O’Hara. |
| 2016-12-30 | New Year’s resolution, be less vatic. |
| 2016-12-29 | President Trump treats objects like women. |
| 2016-12-28 | What is a bed for if you cannot sleep. |
| 2016-12-27 | You are a book with some pages missing. |
| 2016-12-26 | Vera Rubin you have made us richer. |
| 2016-12-25 | Without the between there is no knowledge. |
| 2016-12-24 | Lawrence M. Krauss does not love poetry. |
| 2016-12-23 | Thank you for reading, we're still on the ride. |
| 2016-12-22 | Intelligent people have fewer friends. |
| 2016-12-21 | Leonard Cohen has woken from his sleep. |
| 2016-12-20 | Nature knows nothing of ex nihilo. |
| 2016-12-19 | Sort out your politics then speak to me. |
| 2016-12-18 | I am only now beginning to speak. |
| 2016-12-17 | Maybe none the wiser but happier. |
| 2016-12-16 | This time next week I will be ten years old. |
| 2016-12-15 | You are the editor of my conscience. |
| 2016-12-14 | Stansted airport, shopper’s purgatory. |
| 2016-12-13 | Bob, where are the pricks that shouted Judas? |
| 2016-12-12 | Hitler said, make Germany great again. |
| 2016-12-11 | We sell death to Saudi Arabia. |
| 2016-12-10 | I refuse to live in a post fact world. |
| 2016-12-09 | On no account send out a search party. |
| 2016-12-08 | Saveable lines from unsaveable texts. |
| 2016-12-07 | We learned to get drunk on our own stories. |
| 2016-12-06 | A minor talent, much praised, little loved. |
| 2016-12-05 | Let me explain, text is not evidence. |
| 2016-12-04 | They gave me poison when I was a child. |
| 2016-12-03 | Husky poet talks about not dying. |
| 2016-12-02 | Waving from a bus I know will be late. |
| 2016-12-01 | Women and children reduced to rubble. |
| 2016-11-30 | Written in mourning for those that don’t fit. |
| 2016-11-29 | Listen, chocolate is not fattening! |
| 2016-11-28 | Donald, I’m glad I lost my sense of smell. |
| 2016-11-27 | Fidel your enemy has lost its mind. |
| 2016-11-26 | Fidel have you left us in disbelief. |
| 2016-11-25 | Fraternity is a troubled device. |
| 2016-11-24 | Thanksgiving was always a compromise. |
| 2016-11-23 | Assad bombs his people into freedom. |
| 2016-11-22 | Aleppo’s children have darkened the sky. |
| 2016-11-21 | I always refuse the five word challenge. |
| 2016-11-20 | I will modernise the shaking palsy. |
| 2016-11-19 | Science humbles but religion inflates. |
| 2016-11-18 | Radio makes my whole body tremble. |
| 2016-11-17 | Trump’s finger paused over the red button. |
| 2016-11-16 | Civilisation is measured in nukes. |
| 2016-11-15 | United States of Alienation. |
| 2016-11-14 | Imaginary country with real bombs. |
| 2016-11-13 | Think about it lads! where do leaks come from? |
| 2016-11-12 | If we moved to the left we could protest. |
| 2016-11-11 | If we were braver we'd not be losing. |
| 2016-11-10 | Russian people under Putin say snap. |
| 2016-11-09 | And good friends said goodbye to each other. |
| 2016-11-08 | For me there’s no special relationship. |
| 2016-11-07 | Some days I wish that I was a plumber. |
| 2016-11-06 | All thought reduces to a few straight lines. |
| 2016-11-05 | You are only ever in the middle. |
| 2016-11-04 | Brexit shot down by three toffs wearing wigs. |
| 2016-11-03 | I take my cues from anything at all. |
| 2016-11-02 | If he wins will they bring back Trumpington? |
| 2016-11-01 | Why not put Peppa Pig on prescription? |
| 2016-10-31 | Send Hillary an email, cheer her up. |
| 2016-10-30 | Are you into jazz? No, I’m sober now |
| 2016-10-29 | Got those I can’t get no dopamine blues. |
| 2016-10-28 | Find a teacher and give them a big hug. |
| 2016-10-27 | What Ireland needs is a General Strike. |
| 2016-10-26 | Repeal the 8th. Repeal the 8th. Repeal! |
| 2016-10-25 | This is the year when the fools take control. |
| 2016-10-24 | Brexit? A snail that’s lost the will to live. |
| 2016-10-23 | We are learning the joy of kicking leaves |
| 2016-10-22 | I’m so forgetful I forgot myself. |
| 2016-10-21 | I checked to see if I was still at home. |
| 2016-10-20 | Venus, Saturn and Mars, lined up like beads. |
| 2016-10-19 | Turn off the telly and look at the stars. |
| 2016-10-18 | Donald is an answer in a pub quiz. |
| 2016-10-17 | Donald is a monster beyond fiction. |
| 2016-10-16 | Space is a fold, a hole, and a pocket. |
| 2016-10-15 | Eternity is beyond becoming. |
| 2016-10-14 | Bobby got a prize for being himself. |
| 2016-10-13 | Nothing that is human is on its own. |
| 2016-10-12 | Tessie is going to do it her way. |
| 2016-10-11 | Think about it, what does the monster want? |
| 2016-10-10 | The windows of the shop are being shut. |
| 2016-10-09 | My stomach is now past its sell by date |
| 2016-10-08 | How do you promote a rotten borough? |
| 2016-10-07 | Holding hands shouldn’t be this difficult. |
| 2016-10-06 | Your career is an outdated idea. |
| 2016-10-05 | Ireland has more money, but not for us. |
| 2016-10-04 | Donald Trump has executed Santa. |
| 2016-10-03 | This is a very comfortable prison. |
| 2016-10-02 | There's magnets under the Kerry mountains. |
| 2016-10-01 | This Repeal boy admires Repeal girls. |
| 2016-09-30 | What Ireland needs is a General Strike. |
| 2016-09-29 | I am on the apron of your conscience. |
| 2016-09-28 | Syria is burning, football is news. |
| 2016-09-27 | The roof, the doors, the wheels, all fallen off. |
| 2016-09-26 | Moderately severely hard of what? .... |
| 2016-09-25 | There’s a spectre that’s haunting Westminster. |
| 2016-09-24 | The universe has a corner in you. |
| 2016-09-23 | ... you want experience not commitment ... |
| 2016-09-22 | Speak up! Speak out! Be bold! Be very bold! |
| 2016-09-21 | Secrets are like dry rot, they wreck the house. |
| 2016-09-20 | I turn brown if I think about the sun. |
| 2016-09-19 | I’m being eaten by tiny monsters |
| 2016-09-18 | And this is what we will have to defeat |
| 2016-09-17 | Too many poets not enough mikes. |
| 2016-09-16 | Now I know what it means to be fifty. |
| 2016-09-15 | Proxima B is too close to its sun. |
| 2016-09-14 | There’s a gap in the middle of my week. |
| 2016-09-13 | I woke one day and found I had readers. |
| 2016-09-12 | The music in my film has also changed. |
| 2016-09-11 | Open eyes stare mutely at the abyss. |
| 2016-09-10 | Blind eyes never witnessed a miracle. |
| 2016-09-09 | Is that umbrella big enough for you. |
| 2016-09-08 | Urania returns on an iPhone. |
| 2016-09-07 | I do not trust those who live without stars. |
| 2016-09-06 | The bus you’re searching for doesn’t exist. |
| 2016-09-05 | I cannot save any of my data. |
| 2016-09-04 | We must swerve from the violence of speech |
| 2016-09-03 | Irish health runs on oxygen and tears. |
| 2016-09-02 | Ireland is addicted to its own pain. |
| 2016-09-01 | Do we never get a holiday here. |
| 2016-08-31 | Thank God this has no backing vocalists. |
| 2016-08-30 | Time is a plastic you cannot command. |
| 2016-08-29 | We’re back again in the days of the bus. |
| 2016-08-28 | Some days refuse to give up their secrets. |
| 2016-08-27 | How many snaps of David do you need? |
| 2016-08-26 | One day we will make a world of our talk. |
| 2016-08-25 | Henceforth our subject will be the future. |
| 2016-08-24 | Someday shaking will be my signature. |
| 2016-08-23 | We calculated this one wouldn’t count. |
| 2016-08-22 | Galway is a place with many corners. |
| 2016-08-21 | A stone placed on a slab is not a hole. |
| 2016-08-20 | The man who fell to earth has hurt his wings. |
| 2016-08-19 | Sleep has left me like a dying planet. |
| 2016-08-18 | Romantic descendant of bardic spite. |
| 2016-08-17 | Stand against the mythology of once. |
| 2016-08-16 | On hyperventilation avenue. |
| 2016-08-15 | Household monsters cleaning up the shadows. |
| 2016-08-14 | You are my Olympic swimming pool heat. |
| 2016-08-13 | Pull me up into the loop of your dreams. |
| 2016-08-12 | Fast forward is a mockery of life |
| 2016-08-11 | Oceans of blue and black flapping plastic. |
| 2016-08-10 | The courage that exists in the jungle |
| 2016-08-09 | The ocean swallows the powder mountains. |
| 2016-08-08 | My mind is as empty as a sink hole. |
| 2016-08-07 | Go down to the quarry and look at trucks |
| 2016-08-06 | Europe is either refuge or prison. |
| 2016-08-05 | If you weren’t broken you would be something. |
| 2016-08-04 | How I wrote the song "How I Lost My Voice". |
| 2016-08-03 | Tell me something about what you’ve not seen. |
| 2016-08-02 | You are hardly the man who fell to Earth. |
| 2016-08-01 | They used to sing songs about the future. |
| 2016-07-31 | Come over to Cork, there will be more light. |
| 2016-07-30 | The image is a SteadyCam cosmos. |
| 2016-07-29 | He said one day all the visions will end. |
| 2016-07-28 | If there’s a heaven they’ll leave me alone. |
| 2016-07-27 | Herman Kahn came to me in a vision. |
| 2016-07-26 | I am no longer holding up the world. |
| 2016-07-25 | Rhetorical irrationalism. |
| 2016-07-24 | The road winds round and the mountains retreat. |
| 2016-07-23 | Blue Whales do not fit inside your pocket. |
| 2016-07-22 | Barack updates nuclear stocks for Trump. |
| 2016-07-21 | Ever heard about fallout Tessie Mae? |
| 2016-07-20 | Theresa May’s face is a mushroom cloud. |
| 2016-07-19 | Hit a city and add another nought. |
| 2016-07-18 | 100,000 dead and you’d still sleep? |
| 2016-07-17 | Why not use your brain, it’s smarter than you. |
| 2016-07-16 | Terror has grown a terrible aura. |
| 2016-07-15 | Give me a straw hat and call me Denzil. |
| 2016-07-14 | We want to own all the stones in the world. |
| 2016-07-13 | White man’s America is collapsing. |
| 2016-07-12 | Your planner says tomorrow is cancelled. |
| 2016-07-11 | You have no events scheduled for today. |
| 2016-07-10 | Imitation, impersonation, truth. |
| 2016-07-09 | I am almost in love with my disease. |
| 2016-07-08 | Tory women rob the poor with a smile. |
| 2016-07-07 | Let's all hope for alien invasion. |
| 2016-07-06 | My message to the world is RUN AWAY, |
| 2016-07-05 | If I googled yesterday did I gig? |
| 2016-07-04 | The bastard imagines himself St George. |
| 2016-07-03 | Cut out the Blairite malignant cancer. |
| 2016-07-02 | Geoffrey you have mourned us all already. |
| 2016-07-01 | Occasional pool of fetid water. |
| 2016-06-30 | Abandoned ghost ship of mournful shadows. |
| 2016-06-29 | Self-loathing hump of hot indignation. |
| 2016-06-28 | Bewildered island of non-entity. |
| 2016-06-27 | Nigel actually thinks he’s Oswald. |
| 2016-06-26 | In summer the sun goes on holiday. |
| 2016-06-25 | This shall be the day of voter remorse. |
| 2016-06-24 | I am sick of that hairy scarecrow schmuck. |
| 2016-06-23 | If you vote with your gut your brain gets hurt. |
| 2016-06-22 | Plato is looking down and chuckling. |
| 2016-06-21 | In my cartoon life I am not at work. |
| 2016-06-20 | The State does not learn from referenda. |
| 2016-06-19 | Imagine those thugs and the gates all shut! |
| 2016-06-18 | We’re impressionable, that’s our problem. |
| 2016-06-17 | Because she was exceptional she died. |
| 2016-06-16 | He was a man for congratulations. |
| 2016-06-15 | Nuclear tipped America can’t preach. |
| 2016-06-14 | The enforcement of liberty enslaves. |
| 2016-06-13 | The man with the sad eyes renovates death. |
| 2016-06-12 | I am the fossil of my childhood dreams. |
| 2016-06-11 | Racist football thugs are so pathetic. |
| 2016-06-10 | I will hang you out to dry you fucker! |
| 2016-06-09 | Exit is a metaphor you moron. |
| 2016-06-08 | Hell is your uninterrupted chatter. |
| 2016-06-07 | I love codas .... is that a sin? .... or not? |
| 2016-06-06 | To imagine is not irrational. |
| 2016-06-05 | I don’t know what to say about the man. |
| 2016-06-04 | So many people blinded by their phones. |
| 2016-06-03 | My health left me when happiness arrived. |
| 2016-06-02 | There is nothing splendid in solitude. |
| 2016-06-01 | This is a story that fills me with tears. |
| 2016-05-31 | Nuclear weapons are not smart, dumb arse! |
| 2016-05-30 | All rocks are metonymies of the Earth. |
| 2016-05-29 | Jerusalem and Athens are nothing. |
| 2016-05-28 | Religion murders communication. |
| 2016-05-27 | How much will you spend on the bomb, you prick? |
| 2016-05-26 | Little islanders locking their front doors. |
| 2016-05-25 | Listen, you are allowed to be yourself. |
| 2016-05-24 | Clouds breathe the borrowed splendour of the sun. |
| 2016-05-23 | The irony of your comfy pillows. |
| 2016-05-22 | Last night I promised Mars we were coming. |
| 2016-05-21 | There is nothing so cute as a new smile. |
| 2016-05-20 | Ideal family unit t.v. fest. |
| 2016-05-19 | My summer marking melancholia. |
| 2016-05-18 | I would love to be replaced by robots. |
| 2016-05-17 | Drooling politicians ate our money. |
| 2016-05-16 | The moon is coming to a hand near you. |
| 2016-05-15 | It’s not my party, I couldn’t care less. |
| 2016-05-14 | Life is a spirit and an engineer. |
| 2016-05-13 | You’re either wearing a mask or you’re mad. |
| 2016-05-12 | There is a certain loneliness in here. |
| 2016-05-11 | Something less than a scream, something formal. |
| 2016-05-10 | The black border proves your mortality. |
| 2016-05-09 | Every moment is a cut across time. |
| 2016-05-08 | Isolated Scandinavian socks. |
| 2016-05-07 | We are merging with the machines we hate. |
| 2016-05-06 | It rains inside my heart from time to time. |
| 2016-05-05 | Internet password hot paranoia. |
| 2016-05-04 | Poetry is not a talent contest. |
| 2016-05-03 | Media campaign drives truth out of town. |
| 2016-05-02 | Peter George is a brand new obsession |
| 2016-05-01 | Orwellian media sack the truth. |
| 2016-04-30 | Labour, last joke of an unhappy clown. |
| 2016-04-29 | Fire is not the promise of tomorrow. |
| 2016-04-28 | Bob Hoskins causes me some disquiet. |
| 2016-04-27 | We declare our right to be pacified. |
| 2016-04-26 | Hillsborough is England’s lasting disgrace. |
| 2016-04-25 | We declare our right to elect morons. |
| 2016-04-24 | Don’t like is not unlike it’s positive. |
| 2016-04-23 | Shakespeare would satirise your ugly mug. |
| 2016-04-22 | Ireland is a vase ready to be made. |
| 2016-04-21 | Ireland is a reed blasted by the wind. |
| 2016-04-20 | Ireland is a plane on autopilot. |
| 2016-04-19 | Ireland is a train without a driver. |
| 2016-04-18 | You’re like Dr Strangelove in reverse. |
| 2016-04-17 | Europe is open or else it’s a lie. |
| 2016-04-16 | You get less than fifteen years for arson. |
| 2016-04-15 | Myrtleville where we sat amongst the rocks. |
| 2016-04-14 | That’s the first applause I’ve had in eight years. |
| 2016-04-13 | Scariest ghosts are the ones you don’t know. |
| 2016-04-12 | Starlings inhabit the interstices. |
| 2016-04-11 | The sky turns its face away from the night. |
| 2016-04-10 | A quarter of a year since you left us. |
| 2016-04-09 | Dinosaur plastic ziggurat toast crumbs. |
| 2016-04-08 | Our leaders are sulking in the cake shop. |
| 2016-04-07 | Mr Cameron, he did a bad thing! |
| 2016-04-06 | We don’t like what you want you’ll have to change. |
| 2016-04-05 | Politician spotted doing their job! |
| 2016-04-04 | Soft touch economy and government. |
| 2016-04-03 | Europe squats within its own blind prison. |
| 2016-04-02 | Poetry stems from its own self-loathing. |
| 2016-04-01 | My heart lies somewhere in the splintered Left. |
| 2016-03-31 | You have been elected to serve the State. |
| 2016-03-30 | All this is true and none of this matters. |
| 2016-03-29 | I love you I hate you I do not care. |
| 2016-03-28 | Heathcliff oscillation, marginal doubt. |
| 2016-03-27 | We remember revolutionaries. |
| 2016-03-26 | Bourgeois Ireland questions rebellion. |
| 2016-03-25 | Within zero is everything you need. |
| 2016-03-24 | Just go to the back of the house and scream. |
| 2016-03-23 | Killing people for a nursery rhyme. |
| 2016-03-22 | Your God doesn’t exist! He’s a fiction! |
| 2016-03-21 | Shot out of a hole which was not a hole. |
| 2016-03-20 | Reason is a primed and ready rat trap. |
| 2016-03-19 | Metaphor is a defibrillator. |
| 2016-03-18 | Poetry is a lifebelt in a storm. |
| 2016-03-17 | Anger is an obliterated face. |
| 2016-03-16 | Sobriety is an empty pint glass. |
| 2016-03-15 | Beauty is an accidental angle. |
| 2016-03-14 | Civilisation is a thin veneer. |
| 2016-03-13 | Evolution will have us born with words. |
| 2016-03-12 | Every evening we’re looking for the moon. |
| 2016-03-11 | Socialism needs a national platform. |
| 2016-03-10 | We can be effective, just for one day. |
| 2016-03-09 | George Martin, gone to produce the angels. |
| 2016-03-08 | Liberty is in the bite of your teeth. |
| 2016-03-07 | Freedom is on the outside of your smile. |
| 2016-03-06 | "Exit" is a distorting metaphor. |
| 2016-03-05 | If the States were elsewhere they’d intervene. |
| 2016-03-04 | Idiot chancer, idiotic Prof. |
| 2016-03-03 | While they dither and preen and pose and bluff |
| 2016-03-02 | I call for a suspension of taxes. |
| 2016-03-01 | Two identical parties slug it out. |
| 2016-02-29 | Trump gives moronic people a bad name. |
| 2016-02-28 | How we lost ourselves, but learnt to survive. |
| 2016-02-27 | We get the Healy-Raes and Fianna Fail. |
| 2016-02-26 | We need inspirational politics. |
| 2016-02-25 | We need social-minded politicians. |
| 2016-02-24 | We need visionary politicians. |
| 2016-02-23 | We need intellectual politics. |
| 2016-02-22 | We need intelligent politicians. |
| 2016-02-21 | It is late and sadly we must depart. |
| 2016-02-20 | Cameron as conductor of Bedlam. |
| 2016-02-19 | In my world I have been quite visible. |
| 2016-02-18 | I have a personal interest in Hell. |
| 2016-02-17 | Here come the new idiot Puritans. |
| 2016-02-16 | We’re going to have to retrace our steps. |
| 2016-02-15 | Looks like we’ve made an almighty blunder. |
| 2016-02-14 | An Ireland for all .... except the masses. |
| 2016-02-13 | Fianna Fail is last night’s curry repeat. |
| 2016-02-12 | Irish politics, that’s a good idea. |
| 2016-02-11 | Vote austerity, prove democracy. |
| 2016-02-10 | An Ireland for all .... except the homeless. |
| 2016-02-09 | Get away from my front door you fucker! |
| 2016-02-08 | An Ireland for all .... including gangsters. |
| 2016-02-07 | If I keep this up I might write a line. |
| 2016-02-06 | Leicester City are this year’s miracle. |
| 2016-02-05 | In Jordan they’re queuing to stay alive. |
| 2016-02-04 | Black comedy is tragedy with jokes. |
| 2016-02-03 | The Labour Party’s been policing debt. |
| 2016-02-02 | Syria is now our epoch’s Auschwitz. |
| 2016-02-01 | I will become a futurologist. |
| 2016-01-31 | Ireland doesn’t need your fascist groove thang. |
| 2016-01-30 | I imagine movement beyond space-time. |
| 2016-01-29 | English fuck-wit racist speaks of ‘treason’. |
| 2016-01-28 | A structure is the idea of return. |
| 2016-01-27 | Who has the right to write an elegy? |
| 2016-01-26 | Vacancy for an intellectual star. |
| 2016-01-25 | A tiny universe points at the door. |
| 2016-01-24 | One day, no doubt, they will come for us all. |
| 2016-01-23 | John Keats is a man who paid his tax bills. |
| 2016-01-22 | One week without eating anything sweet. |
| 2016-01-21 | You are my target. This is a rifle. |
| 2016-01-20 | Burn through the inconvenience of time. |
| 2016-01-19 | Everyone wept and put stones in their mouths. |
| 2016-01-18 | The man with the clipboard said he was dead. |
| 2016-01-17 | He is you and me but much more than both. |
| 2016-01-16 | He sings a song overheard by angels. |
| 2016-01-15 | He wears his suit like a mannequin would. |
| 2016-01-14 | He smokes his fag like an ivory pen. |
| 2016-01-13 | His eyes look at you from another world. |
| 2016-01-12 | His lips recoil from the taste of the real. |
| 2016-01-11 | You can’t go David, we will not let you. |
| 2016-01-10 | The first circle of purgatory, marking. |
| 2016-01-09 | A cloud is squatting in the bowl of Cork. |
| 2016-01-08 | Happy returns David. Your halo grows. |
| 2016-01-07 | Intelligent beard with a face beneath. |
| 2016-01-06 | A wise old man in a Nike tracksuit. |
| 2016-01-05 | Dr Strangelove is your next door neighbour. |
| 2016-01-04 | All this just comes down to staying afloat. |
| 2016-01-03 | I dreamt of a place that was largely dry. |
| 2016-01-02 | Brutal, childish, savage executions. |
| 2016-01-01 | Time slumps us over another hurdle. |
| 2015-12-31 | The world belongs to those who live on hills. |
| 2015-12-30 | At what point do we start making an ark? |
| 2015-12-29 | Your silence almost eradicates me. |
| 2015-12-28 | Wordsworth struggles to redeem the present. |
| 2015-12-27 | A word is a piece of grit in your eye. |
| 2015-12-26 | Sometimes I’m not me, sometimes I'm awake. |
| 2015-12-25 | A sentence is a cut turned on itself. |
| 2015-12-24 | Someone gift me eight pints of better blood. |
| 2015-12-23 | There is a terror that sounds like a drip. |
| 2015-12-22 | Put stones in my mouth and then close my eyes. |
| 2015-12-21 | What are the consequences of Paris? |
| 2015-12-20 | If I was cute I would start selling snow! |
| 2015-12-19 | Shock News: Oxbridge filters out working class. |
| 2015-12-18 | Donald Trump is our collective nightmare. |
| 2015-12-17 | The weather man is wearing a spacesuit. |
| 2015-12-16 | I’m tired of grinning at shameless fakers. |
| 2015-12-15 | I have no message, I have no comfort. |
| 2015-12-14 | I keep slipping behind the week I’m in. |
| 2015-12-13 | Unfriend me if you think that bombing works. |
| 2015-12-12 | Humanity has its first ever thought. |
| 2015-12-11 | Unfriend me if you’re a bourgeois nihilist. |
| 2015-12-10 | We are running towards the bullet’s tip. |
| 2015-12-09 | I have faith that my faith is not enough. |
| 2015-12-08 | This is a flood without hope of promise. |
| 2015-12-07 | Honoured to know you, new minted Doctor. |
| 2015-12-06 | Tomorrow is an inmate on Death Row. |
| 2015-12-05 | Slash me with the honey-pit of your face. |
| 2015-12-04 | Moron bombing allies friendship fuck wit. |
| 2015-12-03 | This is a protracted land grab for oil. |
| 2015-12-02 | Westminster politicians vote for death. |
| 2015-12-01 | Come friendly bombs and drop on religion. |
| 2015-11-30 | Covet is not the only covenant. |
| 2015-11-29 | Build a robot, I’m off on vacation. |
| 2015-11-28 | Send a photograph of your greatest thought. |
| 2015-11-27 | This is the continuation of self. |
| 2015-11-26 | Enough of this pretending you’re awake. |
| 2015-11-25 | If you prick us do we not wear a bomb? |
| 2015-11-24 | I am familiar with writer’s block. |
| 2015-11-23 | I understand the metaphor of sleep. |
| 2015-11-22 | Burma is a hope, a flickering light. |
| 2015-11-21 | What kind of eyes are you looking through now? |
| 2015-11-20 | The centre of hurt is not a target. |
| 2015-11-19 | They keep your screams in a wooden shoebox. |
| 2015-11-18 | Life is precious, I don’t understand you. |
| 2015-11-17 | Tories in power, shall we use air strikes? |
| 2015-11-16 | Aung San Suu Kyi is my Mother as well. |
| 2015-11-15 | Wailing for the faith his own words inspired. |
| 2015-11-14 | Do you really, honestly think we’re scared? |
| 2015-11-13 | This day is about our boy, nothing else. |
| 2015-11-12 | Religion is the dirt beneath my shoes. |
| 2015-11-11 | Keep on pointing towards the stars my son! |
| 2015-11-10 | Bank of Ireland, thief with a questionnaire. |
| 2015-11-09 | He turned round, I had thought he was a house. |
| 2015-11-08 | This is poetry, this is an eclipse. |
| 2015-11-07 | I have put my face in front of the sun. |
| 2015-11-06 | What we call "the so-called United States". |
| 2015-11-05 | In the new book, humans beg for mercy. |
| 2015-11-04 | In the old book, God apologises. |
| 2015-11-03 | Maybe I’m a neo-Romanticist. |
| 2015-11-02 | If you were a book I’d finish you off. |
| 2015-11-01 | We won’t mention god till you can say no. |
| 2015-10-31 | The worst comes to so many, but not us. |
| 2015-10-30 | When I was young launches were into space. |
| 2015-10-29 | How often must I go to work naked? |
| 2015-10-28 | Hungry swamp alligators eat my friends. |
| 2015-10-27 | The mind is still cleaning out the Nazis. |
| 2015-10-26 | This era of medicated nightmare. |
| 2015-10-25 | Mr Blair, he a little bit sorry. |
| 2015-10-24 | Reselection is simply pest control. |
| 2015-10-23 | Counting the falling leaves, one, two, three, four .... |
| 2015-10-22 | Head phones, lost in the imaginary. |
| 2015-10-21 | Structuralism is a sausage machine. |
| 2015-10-20 | This is something we used to call freedom. |
| 2015-10-19 | You will remember nothing of all this. |
| 2015-10-18 | Democracy, someone else is dying. |
| 2015-10-17 | Children of Gaza are deprived of hope. |
| 2015-10-16 | We're in trouble, we will need a plumber. |
| 2015-10-15 | Saudi Arabia is a secret. |
| 2015-10-14 | That's the end of the eighteenth century. |
| 2015-10-13 | I haven’t seen a single thing like you. |
| 2015-10-12 | Cut the commercial world out of your eye. |
| 2015-10-11 | Take your hate book and throw it on the fire. |
| 2015-10-10 | I am a Professor of Solitude. |
| 2015-10-09 | There are many forgotten covenants. |
| 2015-10-08 | Beyond the shadow of Mount Moriah. |
| 2015-10-07 | The world can only resist for so long. |
| 2015-10-06 | What’s outside this window, that’s my subject. |
| 2015-10-05 | You are so corrupt you should grow a beard! |
| 2015-10-04 | Super Moon has been eaten by the Sun. |
| 2015-10-03 | Autumn Journal for a displaced culture. |
| 2015-10-02 | Everything teeters on the edge of brown. |
| 2015-10-01 | Soviet Cosmonauts stole my packed lunch. |
| 2015-09-30 | Language slows us down to a narrative. |
| 2015-09-29 | That book has dads who give away their sons. |
| 2015-09-28 | Ok, that settles it! We’re off to Mars! |
| 2015-09-27 | We need a much better algorithm. |
| 2015-09-26 | The only devil that exists is us. |
| 2015-09-25 | An eight takes you out and then reels you in. |
| 2015-09-24 | Cars are tampered with, so are elections. |
| 2015-09-23 | Swellfoot the Tyrant. The joke is on us! |
| 2015-09-22 | What should a land of empty houses do? |
| 2015-09-21 | Billy Bragg and me are going steady. |
| 2015-09-20 | The rain has learnt to sing a stronger song. |
| 2015-09-19 | We left Syria to be torn by dogs. |
| 2015-09-18 | Why not try something we could call a plot. |
| 2015-09-17 | Without teleology you’re drifting. |
| 2015-09-16 | Where is that Ireland of social contract? |
| 2015-09-15 | You must write beyond the successful line. |
| 2015-09-14 | I will move down to the smallest of things. |
| 2015-09-13 | You will be as numerous as the stars. |
| 2015-09-12 | Jeremy Corbyn! it’s a T.K.O! |
| 2015-09-11 | The Covenant is broken in pieces. |
| 2015-09-10 | The world has become too small for exile. |
| 2015-09-09 | Time spreads through the house as I watch you play. |
| 2015-09-08 | Tie a lasso around their broken hearts. |
| 2015-09-07 | Reflect the place was not worth stopping for. |
| 2015-09-06 | Look out your window, see the Exodus. |
| 2015-09-05 | They walk from Hungary to Germany. |
| 2015-09-04 | Aylan and Ghalib Kurdi are now dead. |
| 2015-09-03 | Those photographs are the end of our dream |
| 2015-09-02 | Open the gates! Open the fucking gates! |
| 2015-09-01 | Your phone is certainly smarter than you. |
| 2015-08-31 | Migrant is a word we use for murder. |
| 2015-08-30 | I’m waiting for the day that I get stuck. |
| 2015-08-29 | When I was young they came to our door too. |
| 2015-08-28 | The rain is a joke I’ve heard too often. |
| 2015-08-27 | There are laws for the movement of cattle! |
| 2015-08-26 | In memory of Ruby, noble friend. |
| 2015-08-25 | Influence is something you might well dread. |
| 2015-08-24 | These are my minutes, this is your lifetime. |
| 2015-08-23 | Radio voices get under my skin. |
| 2015-08-22 | I have no elders and no juniors. |
| 2015-08-21 | I am anything but single-minded. |
| 2015-08-20 | Truth is a word that we put on reserve. |
| 2015-08-19 | Open all the doors, let air circulate. |
| 2015-08-18 | Let’s pretend we don't understand Corbyn. |
| 2015-08-17 | At the end of this there will be a test. |
| 2015-08-16 | Some people are trapped in poverty, Joan! |
| 2015-08-15 | An accurate mirror needs construction. |
| 2015-08-14 | Corbyn is a plea for real politics. |
| 2015-08-13 | There will be no stars for you this evening. |
| 2015-08-12 | The beach is littered with tiny headstones. |
| 2015-08-11 | Let’s say it, the goat should not be up there. |
| 2015-08-10 | Your rebellion is against yourself |
| 2015-08-09 | Denis O’Brien does not own this site. |
| 2015-08-08 | Reality keeps pounding at the door. |
| 2015-08-07 | Cookery, as the rest of the world starves. |
| 2015-08-06 | If only that tunnel led somewhere else. |
| 2015-08-05 | Beauty emerges from a silent core. |
| 2015-08-04 | This is the start of our dystopia. |
| 2015-08-03 | The Flood, other people who want a home. |
| 2015-08-02 | Donald Trump is a new kind of nightmare. |
| 2015-08-01 | Kerry clouds envelope my mind in sleep. |
| 2015-07-31 | Looks like it’s me and Billy Connolly. |
| 2015-07-30 | One comma in my brain has lost its tail. |
| 2015-07-29 | There is a ghost in this house and it’s me. |
| 2015-07-28 | Freedom allows you to be a bigot. |
| 2015-07-27 | Metrosexual boys fill their skin with gunk. |
| 2015-07-26 | The only hole you need is in the head. |
| 2015-07-25 | Anti-Sisyphean labour of love. |
| 2015-07-24 | Each stone is a metonymy for hope. |
| 2015-07-23 | The sun set, the roads of the world grew dark. |
| 2015-07-22 | Even the sinking ships won’t let you board. |
| 2015-07-21 | That boy looks like a disappointed snail. |
| 2015-07-20 | I will not take an exam to belong! |
| 2015-07-19 | Our love is a padlocked football turnstile. |
| 2015-07-18 | Karma has unfriended you on Facebook. |
| 2015-07-17 | You’ll not find freedom through fiscal revenge. |
| 2015-07-16 | The Holy Water has never returned. |
| 2015-07-15 | My left hand has made me e. e. cummings. |
| 2015-07-14 | The end is the origin in reverse. |
| 2015-07-13 | Europe Promised Land Africa Moses. |
| 2015-07-12 | The darkest night is the one yet to come. |
| 2015-07-11 | Europe has memory loss without Greece. |
| 2015-07-10 | Europe is not an optional status. |
| 2015-07-09 | Fiji is a long way to go for stamps. |
| 2015-07-08 | Dublin has killed all its pedestrians. |
| 2015-07-07 | No one runs out of ice in Iceland. |
| 2015-07-06 | I think I’d rather go and live in Greece. |
| 2015-07-05 | What will you do when the Fascists return? |
| 2015-07-04 | He wakes and smiles and I am born again. |
| 2015-07-03 | I have been replaced by an avatar. |
| 2015-07-02 | There are very good reasons to prune trees. |
| 2015-07-01 | The window in my head is closed for lunch. |
| 2015-06-30 | I have burnt you in a heap of cinders. |
| 2015-06-29 | Memory is the antidote to greed. |
| 2015-06-28 | Home is an idea that you invented. |
| 2015-06-27 | Hyperbolic morons ate my slippers! |
| 2015-06-26 | You have to go really fast, to go slow. |
| 2015-06-25 | Migrants hide inside your metaphysics. |
| 2015-06-24 | The scariest thing is to have no home. |
| 2015-06-23 | We are boys with scarves and we’re holding hands. |
| 2015-06-22 | Weather girl kills summer with her left hand. |
| 2015-06-21 | Crocodile tears of the faintly racist. |
| 2015-06-20 | Mr Obama you squandered your chance. |
| 2015-06-19 | Americans love guns more than themselves. |
| 2015-06-18 | I can only say no to your evil. |
| 2015-06-17 | If you want to go, then go behind Dev. |
| 2015-06-16 | Tip me into the hot summer sunshine. |
| 2015-06-15 | The end of the year spills over the desk. |
| 2015-06-14 | There’s no equality of genius. |
| 2015-06-13 | Firewall against the mindless vacuum. |
| 2015-06-12 | Influence saga sends me to the couch. |
| 2015-06-11 | Daemonization of inheritance. |
| 2015-06-10 | Swerve out from the swerve that swerved from a swerve. |
| 2015-06-09 | Kabbalah inspired death defying fibs. |
| 2015-06-08 | Prison notebook esoteric game plan. |
| 2015-06-07 | Children grow weary of wild eyed wonder. |
| 2015-06-06 | T.D.s grow weary of hypocrisy. |
| 2015-06-05 | Teachers grow weary of narcissism. |
| 2015-06-04 | Preachers grow weary of mass damnation. |
| 2015-06-03 | Astronomers grow weary of the stars. |
| 2015-06-02 | Poets keep quiet and plan their escape. |
| 2015-06-01 | Believe me, somewhere up there is the sun. |
| 2015-05-31 | Sunday has gone walkabout, we are free. |
| 2015-05-30 | Joy in the middle of a perfect pitch. |
| 2015-05-29 | Gender stereotype fixing machine. |
| 2015-05-28 | Where’s your papa gone, where’s your papa gone? |
| 2015-05-27 | They say you have to choose what path to walk. |
| 2015-05-26 | A rainbow stretching over a dunghill. |
| 2015-05-25 | Reality consists of lost euros. |
| 2015-05-24 | This is a new start. This is a platform. |
| 2015-05-23 | Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes! |
| 2015-05-22 | Of all days, this is a day for rainbows. |
| 2015-05-21 | Ireland shakes off its old dirty hair-shirt. |
| 2015-05-20 | Push all the clerics into the ocean. |
| 2015-05-19 | Kafka, Beckett, Revenue.ie |
| 2015-05-18 | Wake up, we are in the Goldilocks zone! |
| 2015-05-17 | The BBC has had a massive stroke. |
| 2015-05-16 | This in its way is a lie against time. |
| 2015-05-15 | All babies start out as Ziggy Stardust. |
| 2015-05-14 | Looks like it’s me and Muhammed Ali. |
| 2015-05-13 | For me the moon does not have a dark side. |
| 2015-05-12 | The point is the Tories are bad winners. |
| 2015-05-11 | Since I was born I’ve never been reborn. |
| 2015-05-10 | The meek are patiently waiting their turn. |
| 2015-05-09 | Europe is a jelly that will not set. |
| 2015-05-08 | Whip us hard, whip us good, show no mercy. |
| 2015-05-07 | Part-time pseudo-fascists turn out to vote. |
| 2015-05-06 | Yes is for humans, No is for the gods. |
| 2015-05-05 | Hysterical pre-evaluation. |
| 2015-05-04 | Some poets run with a smile on their face. |
| 2015-05-03 | Religion should preach love and not hatred. |
| 2015-05-02 | Vote for equality not spiteful cant. |
| 2015-05-01 | Children need real care, not revenge tactics. |
| 2015-04-30 | Children need a future, not the Bible. |
| 2015-04-29 | Children need love and enlightenment. |
| 2015-04-28 | Children need an Ireland without fear. |
| 2015-04-27 | Religion has no access to nature. |
| 2015-04-26 | Half past seven is the new half past ten. |
| 2015-04-25 | The roads are littered by funded bigots. |
| 2015-04-24 | Single sex marriage is simple justice. |
| 2015-04-23 | The moon is a lie that keeps on working. |
| 2015-04-22 | What on earth do you understand by ‘growth’? |
| 2015-04-21 | KEEP IT IN THE GROUND. KEEP IT IN THE GROUND. |
| 2015-04-20 | The sun is your friend and your worst nightmare. |
| 2015-04-19 | The sun is confused and thinks it’s summer. |
| 2015-04-18 | The original sin was its concept. |
| 2015-04-17 | Igglepiggle wiggle waggle woggle. |
| 2015-04-16 | This could be worse, this could be terminal. |
| 2015-04-15 | And you, backwards reading historians. |
| 2015-04-14 | I hail thee, future anthropologists. |
| 2015-04-13 | This is the diary of a submerged man. |
| 2015-04-12 | Obama waves wand and Cuba exists. |
| 2015-04-11 | Let’s buy more weapons that we'll never use. |
| 2015-04-10 | Irish adults should be taxed and not heard. |
| 2015-04-09 | Don’t shoot me, I am not convertible. |
| 2015-04-08 | This is the day you began to eat food. |
| 2015-04-07 | This is the epoch of cart before horse. |
| 2015-04-06 | This is the regime of Church, Bank and Bling. |
| 2015-04-05 | Your smile makes a mockery of the fall. |
| 2015-04-04 | Half a billion years in your pocket. |
| 2015-04-03 | Every day you open the door to love. |
| 2015-04-02 | Derrida in a fifty minute sprint. |
| 2015-04-01 | Iran is the Golem you cannot kill. |
| 2015-03-31 | My brain has gone on strike and I must run. |
| 2015-03-30 | Time is a hire firm, you’re out of credit. |
| 2015-03-29 | The Burren is a mirror to the moon. |
| 2015-03-28 | The Cliffs of Moher have been washed away. |
| 2015-03-27 | She says, this is pointing to Nirvana. |
| 2015-03-26 | The doctor says, life might be entropic. |
| 2015-03-25 | Boredom is the enemy of all thought. |
| 2015-03-24 | If God is anywhere He’s in your smile. |
| 2015-03-23 | The biggest problem, other people’s tongues. |
| 2015-03-22 | I have already won the greatest prize. |
| 2015-03-21 | For an hour I could bend my thumb again. |
| 2015-03-20 | All that fuss about a wee little prick. |
| 2015-03-19 | Israel is so frightened it cannot breathe. |
| 2015-03-18 | Greek fiscal policy, Germany’s balls. |
| 2015-03-17 | The sound of jack boots and bureaucracy. |
| 2015-03-16 | Children remind us we make our own world. |
| 2015-03-15 | Pull down the moon and give me back my face. |
| 2015-03-14 | We live by putting the earth in the sky. |
| 2015-03-13 | We’re living on concrete and borrowed time. |
| 2015-03-12 | Life is held in an other-worldly grin. |
| 2015-03-11 | Angelic, mid-morning incarnation. |
| 2015-03-10 | You are a unit. You are a moon-base. |
| 2015-03-09 | Homicidal electioneering face. |
| 2015-03-08 | Netanyahu is a Yahoo that’s Who! |
| 2015-03-07 | You must prepare yourself to receive truth. |
| 2015-03-06 | Time is a train with a pissed up driver. |
| 2015-03-05 | IS is a disaster produced by US. |
| 2015-03-04 | Ignorant, idiot iconoclasts. |
| 2015-03-03 | Your broken thumb threatens to disturb Blake. |
| 2015-03-02 | You are in a cave at the end of things. |
| 2015-03-01 | Narcissi are blooming, it’s a big pun. |
| 2015-02-28 | President Putin wipes his nose and coughs. |
| 2015-02-27 | Kubrick versus Burgess, fate versus sin. |
| 2015-02-26 | I think this toothbrush belongs to Lordan. |
| 2015-02-25 | You will have to find a better balance. |
| 2015-02-24 | After all your bluster you ran and hid. |
| 2015-02-23 | Cork in the winter is a goldfish bowl. |
| 2015-02-22 | Mythology breeds the purest hatred. |
| 2015-02-21 | There’s an inexorable march forward. |
| 2015-02-20 | No pain no gain. No pain no rich bankers. |
| 2015-02-19 | Germany finds homes for austerity. |
| 2015-02-18 | Tell me another story I’ve not heard. |
| 2015-02-17 | I came back from a place of no return. |
| 2015-02-16 | Simple question, is poetry selfish? |
| 2015-02-15 | Uncommunicative Twitter account. |
| 2015-02-14 | Irish laments written by English hands. |
| 2015-02-13 | Charity explained to thirty young souls. |
| 2015-02-12 | I will cough myself out of all patience. |
| 2015-02-11 | You are so broken you’re beyond all fix. |
| 2015-02-10 | Why turn up if when you do you’re not there? |
| 2015-02-09 | Trying to fit the world into your mouth. |
| 2015-02-08 | Stop pouting and open your fucking mind! |
| 2015-02-07 | Something was broken from the beginning. |
| 2015-02-06 | What we need are corrective sunglasses. |
| 2015-02-05 | Weird weather on the telly, rain outside. |
| 2015-02-04 | If you were many you would be putti. |
| 2015-02-03 | Completely lost, the sun is occluded. |
| 2015-02-02 | That’s the loveliest sound I've ever heard. |
| 2015-02-01 | Irish politics? What a good idea! |
| 2015-01-31 | Do not open the door onto the day. |
| 2015-01-30 | Daniel Defoe should get his story straight. |
| 2015-01-29 | We have no idea what literature is. |
| 2015-01-28 | Don’t say too much and don’t say too little. |
| 2015-01-27 | The nearest you ever got to freezing. |
| 2015-01-26 | We have moved out of the poetry room. |
| 2015-01-25 | We have moved into the poetry room. |
| 2015-01-24 | How can you live without an aesthetic. |
| 2015-01-23 | You always look like you’ve scored the winner. |
| 2015-01-22 | Criticism is not propaganda. |
| 2015-01-21 | There will be no peace until your socks fit. |
| 2015-01-20 | You are going to teach until you burst. |
| 2015-01-19 | Your Abu Hamza finger is a hit. |
| 2015-01-18 | Charlie’s problem is he thinks he exists. |
| 2015-01-17 | There’s fluff in the corners of this baby. |
| 2015-01-16 | Always remember to look behind you. |
| 2015-01-15 | Don’t let them know you never found your way. |
| 2015-01-14 | Equality is someone else’s dream. |
| 2015-01-13 | Don’t let them see that your hand is shaking. |
| 2015-01-12 | It’s Fraternity that’s the real bugger! |
| 2015-01-11 | Freedom of speech is a film you don’t watch. |
| 2015-01-10 | Freedom of speech is nonsense to poets. |
| 2015-01-09 | Freedom of speech is a gun at the head. |
| 2015-01-08 | Freedom of speech is God on vacation. |
| 2015-01-07 | Freedom of speech is water on the brain. |
| 2015-01-06 | Freedom of speech is somebody’s silence. |
| 2015-01-05 | Freedom of speech is a smack in the mouth. |
| 2015-01-04 | cancel your subscription to The Party. |
| 2015-01-03 | cancel all poverty and all warfare, |
| 2015-01-02 | New Year’s resolutions: abolish fear, |
| 2015-01-01 | This year we’re going to need sub-titles. |
| 2014-12-31 | Michael D.. His name is writ in water. |
| 2014-12-30 | Fort of the Fianna, Hill of the Breast. |
| 2014-12-29 | Carrauntoohil as the sun dies away. |
| 2014-12-28 | The house in Italy should be burnt down. |
| 2014-12-27 | My idealism is skeptical. |
| 2014-12-26 | Steam coming off the mountains at Rossbeigh. |
| 2014-12-25 | Wake me up when they’ve thrown away the ring. |
| 2014-12-24 | My loneliness is quite sociable. |
| 2014-12-23 | Add this to the list but don’t look at it. |
| 2014-12-22 | My materialism is abstract. |
| 2014-12-21 | The spread of silence across the window. |
| 2014-12-20 | I am a critic, is there a problem? |
| 2014-12-19 | Hatred is not an ideology. |
| 2014-12-18 | Terrorism is not a religion. |
| 2014-12-17 | This side of Hell the most evil of you. |
| 2014-12-16 | Power is controlling your attention. |
| 2014-12-15 | Outside of Heaven the happiest me. |
| 2014-12-14 | He fell into a domestic idyll. |
| 2014-12-13 | Old friends who know you subvert the present. |
| 2014-12-12 | Time goes by like ice outside the window. |
| 2014-12-11 | The silence of a crowded train carriage. |
| 2014-12-10 | Peter Gabriel dances like a child. |
| 2014-12-09 | Marking scripts is your idea of penance. |
| 2014-12-08 | I will not facilitate your boredom. |
| 2014-12-07 | The sun sets off the music of this house. |
| 2014-12-06 | Nine years and they gave me a fountain pen. |
| 2014-12-05 | Just do not ask me where I got this line. |
| 2014-12-04 | I do not shop therefore I don’t exist. |
| 2014-12-03 | Heaven is for children, hell for adults. |
| 2014-12-02 | This is what people call reality. |
| 2014-12-01 | We live in the middle of somewhere else. |
| 2014-11-30 | The sun is shining, our boy is asleep. |
| 2014-11-29 | Dinosaur Train as sung by Iggy Pop. |
| 2014-11-28 | Suddenly the shape of time is transformed. |
| 2014-11-27 | I would give you a world free of bank loans. |
| 2014-11-26 | Look up at the stars, that’s where the truth lies. |
| 2014-11-25 | Sufficiently heroic, without drugs. |
| 2014-11-24 | I would give you a world free of fascists. |
| 2014-11-23 | Today my world is filled with plastic stars. |
| 2014-11-22 | Ireland reactivates its vocal chords. |
| 2014-11-21 | Watergate, Waterfall, cold Waterslide. |
| 2014-11-20 | I no longer excel in the madhouse. |
| 2014-11-19 | I am a cuttlefish, you are my ink. |
| 2014-11-18 | This is the beginning of a new hope. |
| 2014-11-17 | This is the beginning of a new fear. |
| 2014-11-16 | Stretch out and then go back to angel dreams. |
| 2014-11-15 | Nazi in a dress says you can’t marry. |
| 2014-11-14 | That was the happiest day of my life. |
| 2014-11-13 | You open your eyes and the world begins. |
| 2014-11-12 | Without you I would walk into the dark. |
| 2014-11-11 | He thinks what he knows is all he should know. |
| 2014-11-10 | He’s just a low grade working-class fascist. |
| 2014-11-09 | Kick over the statues! Smash every loom! |
| 2014-11-08 | Purity of essence, now double taxed. |
| 2014-11-07 | Government levies an oxygen charge. |
| 2014-11-06 | Tomorrow inches over its bunker. |
| 2014-11-05 | Governments bill the ruin they create. |
| 2014-11-04 | My love is fire but your hatred is wood. |
| 2014-11-03 | Madness is the absence of nothingness. |
| 2014-11-02 | This is not the end of allegory. |
| 2014-11-01 | This is no Dr Strangelove mineshaft gap. |
| 2014-10-31 | This is not an end of war trionfi. |
| 2014-10-30 | This is not an optimistic journal. |
| 2014-10-29 | This is no bank man wanking over debt. |
| 2014-10-28 | This is not the monster behind your eyes. |
| 2014-10-27 | This is not a long narrative poem. |
| 2014-10-26 | This is not a cry in the wilderness. |
| 2014-10-25 | This is not a witness protection blog. |
| 2014-10-24 | This is not poetry of expression. |
| 2014-10-23 | This is not a mainstream aesthetic act. |
| 2014-10-22 | This is not a series of confessions. |
| 2014-10-21 | This is not a platform for prejudice. |
| 2014-10-20 | This is not a bank bailout jamboree. |
| 2014-10-19 | You cannot sleep, you would need a new God. |
| 2014-10-18 | You cannot cry, you would need a new heart. |
| 2014-10-17 | Slant and a little buckled in space-time. |
| 2014-10-16 | Blink and the Holocene epoch is gone. |
| 2014-10-15 | You cannot dream, you would need brand new eyes. |
| 2014-10-14 | Inappropriate puns ruin your life. |
| 2014-10-13 | The whole world is wrong, it is all your fault. |
| 2014-10-12 | Africa is the world's swollen belly. |
| 2014-10-11 | I am painting the pain out of this house. |
| 2014-10-10 | Wall-flower poet of non-existence. |
| 2014-10-09 | Nature dances, God sits in the corner. |
| 2014-10-08 | Ebola has broken its river banks. |
| 2014-10-07 | This hole is so small that the light pours slant. |
| 2014-10-06 | Silence of a lonely Sunday morning. |
| 2014-10-05 | Poets are human Aeolian Harps. |
| 2014-10-04 | This day has been missed. This day is empty. |
| 2014-10-03 | Go home. Lock the door. Shut the madness out. |
| 2014-10-02 | Shock! Nepotism still reigns in Ireland! |
| 2014-10-01 | You cannot see me if you do not blink. |
| 2014-09-30 | You are my Yuri Gagarin moment. |
| 2014-09-29 | Jonah was swallowed by a big, big fish. |
| 2014-09-28 | You are the Steadicam of my desire. |
| 2014-09-27 | I have put you in the place of shadows. |
| 2014-09-26 | Swallow me whole and then vomit me up. |
| 2014-09-25 | Ethics is all about good digestion. |
| 2014-09-24 | This is an ironic emoticon. |
| 2014-09-23 | Scotland once was a top three news item. |
| 2014-09-22 | I’m a Bonobo not a Chimpanzee. |
| 2014-09-21 | Democracy wins if you lie enough. |
| 2014-09-20 | Cameron says he was only joking. |
| 2014-09-19 | Scotland, it appears, is still arriving. |
| 2014-09-18 | Scotland is an unexpected letter |
| 2014-09-17 | Scotland is the sound of one hand clapping. |
| 2014-09-16 | Scotland is the smoke from a sulphur mine. |
| 2014-09-15 | Scotland is a bee trapped in a beer can. |
| 2014-09-14 | Scotland slithers on a small petri dish. |
| 2014-09-13 | Scotland you are an excellent idea. |
| 2014-09-12 | Now he knows whether there’s a god or no. |
| 2014-09-11 | Scotland is the cracker in my man bag. |
| 2014-09-10 | Scotland is the monkey in my porridge. |
| 2014-09-09 | Scotland is tearing down my tall grass hat. |
| 2014-09-08 | Scotland is eating up my soft slippers. |
| 2014-09-07 | I wish I had teeth that wanted to stay. |
| 2014-09-06 | Breaking stones is no punishment for me. |
| 2014-09-05 | I have graduated to Polish beer. |
| 2014-09-04 | You need some body to make you hungry. |
| 2014-09-03 | You can’t be anonymous on your own. |
| 2014-09-02 | Master puppeteers, master bullshitters. |
| 2014-09-01 | Who I had thought had been a pile of books. |
| 2014-08-31 | Tony Soprano is out of my life. |
| 2014-08-30 | Fucking invasive foreign ladybirds! |
| 2014-08-29 | Obama is at the end of himself. |
| 2014-08-28 | There’s nowhere to buy books in this uni. |
| 2014-08-27 | Morrissey singing in an abattoir. |
| 2014-08-26 | Got those ‘I can't keep dry Patrick Street blues’. |
| 2014-08-25 | Walk in a straight line, don’t walk in a curve. |
| 2014-08-24 | Suddenly The Rose of Tralee matters. |
| 2014-08-23 | Kate Bush makes me cry and makes me human. |
| 2014-08-22 | Do not give lifebelts to any TDs. |
| 2014-08-21 | Your country needs political fracking. |
| 2014-08-20 | Get your rosaries off her ovaries. |
| 2014-08-19 | You dent our side streets, we kill your children. |
| 2014-08-18 | I can't seem to finish ‘The Odyssey’. |
| 2014-08-17 | Like something out of Edgar Alan Poe. |
| 2014-08-16 | We buried him head down in the rubble. |
| 2014-08-15 | Back to DIY and The Sopranos. |
| 2014-08-14 | Black volcanic rock leaves faith in shatters. |
| 2014-08-13 | Rain for today, tomorrow and always. |
| 2014-08-12 | You can’t write poetry in a hurry. |
| 2014-08-11 | Kerry is a place of silence and sky. |
| 2014-08-10 | Some days you have to get up in stages. |
| 2014-08-09 | This is a place where old tornadoes die. |
| 2014-08-08 | Don’t despair, the British are on their way! |
| 2014-08-07 | You will not make a monkey out of me. |
| 2014-08-06 | The Bank of Ireland is above the law. |
| 2014-08-05 | I just want to take a selfie of you. |
| 2014-08-04 | The tadpole lifts itself out of the pond. |
| 2014-08-03 | Terrorists in the kitchen, the garden, |
| 2014-08-02 | the playground, the hospital ward, the street, |
| 2014-08-01 | the relative’s bedroom, the neighbour's shed, |
| 2014-07-31 | terrorists underneath their own carpets, |
| 2014-07-30 | their crowded courtyards, their own broken flats, |
| 2014-07-29 | SO BOMB THEM ALL AND ALL THAT COME BETWEEN! |
| 2014-07-28 | until Gaza is the world’s deepest grave. |
| 2014-07-27 | The best have to leave, the worst stay at home. |
| 2014-07-26 | Israeli gaolers are mowing the lawn. |
| 2014-07-25 | Ireland is an abandoned, burnt-out car. |
| 2014-07-24 | Ireland’s not sure that bombing schools is wrong. |
| 2014-07-23 | Israel, see your shame from the ISS! |
| 2014-07-22 | Your book is strange and you smell of aphids. |
| 2014-07-21 | Hydrangeas, hebes, a touch of colour. |
| 2014-07-20 | Collective punishment is an outrage. |
| 2014-07-19 | I cannot imagine how cruel you are. |
| 2014-07-18 | I have to admit it, you are evil. |
| 2014-07-17 | Tiger, tiger, who once was burning bright. |
| 2014-07-16 | In the deforestation of the night. |
| 2014-07-15 | Who dare ruin your fearful symmetry. |
| 2014-07-14 | Everything changes except your own fears. |
| 2014-07-13 | Stay, die, or leave, be exterminated. |
| 2014-07-12 | Do not exist or our bombs will find you. |
| 2014-07-11 | Israel is a desecrated idea. |
| 2014-07-10 | They die since Israel cannot be bordered. |
| 2014-07-09 | Their walls are made of broken promises. |
| 2014-07-08 | Your walls are made of concrete and bomb proof. |
| 2014-07-07 | All enlightenment. All end. Allenut. |
| 2014-07-06 | All enter stage right. All Enola Gay. |
| 2014-07-05 | All endometriosis. All endocrine. |
| 2014-07-04 | All entrepreneurial. All entrapped. |
| 2014-07-03 | All english. All engaged. All entitled. |
| 2014-07-02 | All engine. All endorsement. All enthused. |
| 2014-07-01 | All end-of-the-world. All entertainment. |
| 2014-06-30 | All endorphined. All encyclopaedic. |
| 2014-06-29 | All endnote. All entropy. All enclosed. |
| 2014-06-28 | Pack up the books about Shelley and death. |
| 2014-06-27 | Kubrick, Dr Faustus, the Iraq War. |
| 2014-06-26 | Napoleon, Egyptian artefacts. |
| 2014-06-25 | Landing at home after years of rumour. |
| 2014-06-24 | Sections of skin are trying to escape. |
| 2014-06-23 | Patriotism is the last refuge. |
| 2014-06-22 | We left Syria to soak up zealots. |
| 2014-06-21 | We shook Iraq so hard it fell apart. |
| 2014-06-20 | Thomas Piketty, you’re a genius! |
| 2014-06-19 | If I was a fly I wouldn’t stay here. |
| 2014-06-18 | Even the seagulls think I should read more. |
| 2014-06-17 | The torn leaf of a small book out of date. |
| 2014-06-16 | Disorganised, slovenly imposter. |
| 2014-06-15 | This is the day that makes me think again. |
| 2014-06-14 | England is another badly told joke. |
| 2014-06-13 | Nightclub full of frumpy, dumpy swingers. |
| 2014-06-12 | Heroes, villains, and the doable done. |
| 2014-06-11 | England empties the pub before you sing. |
| 2014-06-10 | Oxford is a wasp’s nest of bicycles. |
| 2014-06-09 | The long, cold build-up to non-existence. |
| 2014-06-08 | Skull-pan of a head, riverbed of ghosts. |
| 2014-06-07 | Golgotha, ossuary, hillside of bones. |
| 2014-06-06 | Who is to call them illegitimate? |
| 2014-06-05 | Your Catholicism is a death cult. |
| 2014-06-04 | Children under the skirts of old Ireland. |
| 2014-06-03 | I have torn up my promissory note. |
| 2014-06-02 | Honest politician does good day’s work. |
| 2014-06-01 | The sunshine blinds me as I try to sleep. |
| 2014-05-31 | Your ideas collapse like trees in a cull. |
| 2014-05-30 | Winter architects dream of the summer. |
| 2014-05-29 | Seaford Head and the end of a novel. |
| 2014-05-28 | A child throws a ball, the earthquake arrives. |
| 2014-05-27 | Like moths in the wake of a jumbo jet. |
| 2014-05-26 | Swerve away from non-linear bases. |
| 2014-05-25 | Clinamen between your tongue and your teeth. |
| 2014-05-24 | Anti-Modernist Lucretian blunder. |
| 2014-05-23 | Morrissey and me on one beer a day. |
| 2014-05-22 | Voting is a way of spoiling your vote. |
| 2014-05-21 | Sussex is coming. You are reading this. |
| 2014-05-20 | Newquay headland memorial sunset. |
| 2014-05-19 | Nanpean Cemetery is full of us. |
| 2014-05-18 | Our future is tunnelling towards us. |
| 2014-05-17 | Cornwall is not full of ethnic miners. |
| 2014-05-16 | This is a play Alan Bennett might write. |
| 2014-05-15 | The Duchy is thin and full of luggage. |
| 2014-05-14 | If life is snooker you are the black ball. |
| 2014-05-13 | What you need is a mirror and a soul. |
| 2014-05-12 | What I need is a personal trainer. |
| 2014-05-11 | We must bend down and pick up all our dreams. |
| 2014-05-10 | Technocratic politicians spill us. |
| 2014-05-09 | Europe is progressive. That is the point. |
| 2014-05-08 | Europe emerged from a cloud of ashes. |
| 2014-05-07 | Love is the insufficiency of self. |
| 2014-05-06 | Hope is not being completely helpless. |
| 2014-05-05 | Violence is madness. That’s all it is. |
| 2014-05-04 | There is an ideology of love. |
| 2014-05-03 | The Age of Celebrity makes me sick. |
| 2014-05-02 | Nigerian school abduction. WORLD NEWS! |
| 2014-05-01 | As you wash your face you see your father. |
| 2014-04-30 | I saw your heartbeat through a mobile phone. |
| 2014-04-29 | One that does not scatter, jump and skitter. |
| 2014-04-28 | You might read me with a posher accent. |
| 2014-04-27 | UKip is a monstrous irony. |
| 2014-04-26 | Politicians and other parasites. |
| 2014-04-25 | Miliband, millipedes, centimetres. |
| 2014-04-24 | Cameron, Clegg and other excuses. |
| 2014-04-23 | Vacuity, lacuna, puncture, scoop. |
| 2014-04-22 | Perforation, foramen, fissure, cleft. |
| 2014-04-21 | Cavity, aperture, orifice, vent. |
| 2014-04-20 | Freckle, blind-spot, story you cannot tell. |
| 2014-04-19 | Monaco is an impossible dream. |
| 2014-04-18 | One year on and we find ourselves in France. |
| 2014-04-17 | Sunspot, pimple, pupil, small exit wound. |
| 2014-04-16 | It grows dark later, the shadows lessen. |
| 2014-04-15 | Despair is this year’s negativity. |
| 2014-04-14 | The boiler is dead, the grass is growing. |
| 2014-04-13 | Depression exists you ignorant loon! |
| 2014-04-12 | The dream that cash concerns itself with you. |
| 2014-04-11 | The dream that money will grow a conscience. |
| 2014-04-10 | Capitalism, the Law of Digits. |
| 2014-04-09 | Capitalism or democracy. |
| 2014-04-08 | New Zealand is not a Georgian enclave. |
| 2014-04-07 | Your dreams have to do with locality. |
| 2014-04-06 | Bedroom tax what’s unspoken in my head. |
| 2014-04-05 | Anthropomorphism is poetry! |
| 2014-04-04 | The Nile is a mop chasing spiders’ webs. |
| 2014-04-03 | Bristol like Cork has different kinds of rain. |
| 2014-04-02 | The wind kicks a can around the car park. |
| 2014-04-02 | Nigerian school abduction. WORLD NEWS! |
| 2014-04-01 | Disgust is no excuse for lethargy. |
| 2014-03-31 | Shelley wrote letters like others plant bombs. |
| 2014-03-30 | If you keep reading this it will make sense. |
| 2014-03-29 | Opposites attract, opposites repel. |
| 2014-03-28 | Fridge magnetic poetry has saved my life. |
| 2014-03-27 | Trudge to your raw sleep like a sea goddess. |
| 2014-03-26 | My British Library anonymity. |
| 2014-03-25 | Take your religion away from my face. |
| 2014-03-24 | Cambridge is a place of sweet memory. |
| 2014-03-23 | So that I even forgot what I saw. |
| 2014-03-22 | London is a small back garden bonfire. |
| 2014-03-21 | Back down from the mountain I had nothing. |
| 2014-03-20 | Tearful poets of the entropic age. |
| 2014-03-19 | There’s a stain on the inside of your heart. |
| 2014-03-18 | Shelley was a rocket his father launched. |
| 2014-03-17 | One rule for you and another for us. |
| 2014-03-16 | The Bristol sun, our milky visitor. |
| 2014-03-15 | Tony Benn is dead, politics elsewhere. |
| 2014-03-14 | Frankenstein in a Junior Disco. |
| 2014-03-13 | Very good news from another planet. |
| 2014-03-12 | Spring came upon us unexpectedly. |
| 2014-03-11 | Tell me we got rid of all of the nukes. |
| 2014-03-10 | Book depository full of children. |
| 2014-03-09 | No one has yet mentioned the Spanish Flu. |
| 2014-03-08 | Somewhere in the background Syria fades. |
| 2014-03-07 | Question Time, Barking, the same divisions. |
| 2014-03-06 | The enemy has a face just like yours. |
| 2014-03-05 | The West is outraged by imitation. |
| 2014-03-04 | So that I could never feel that I knew. |
| 2014-03-03 | Always, only and ever beginning. |
| 2014-03-02 | Here we go again, half a league onwards! |
| 2014-03-01 | If I had the chance I would live my life. |
| 2014-02-28 | Not enough water will drown you in air. |
| 2014-02-27 | Each time I read that story Shelley dies. |
| 2014-02-26 | When I draw the blinds for you it is art. |
| 2014-02-25 | Look at our works ye weaklings and despair. |
| 2014-02-24 | So where do all the seagulls go to die? |
| 2014-02-23 | The revolution is learning new tricks. |
| 2014-02-22 | First World War memorial bonanza. |
| 2014-02-21 | She’s not dead, she’s just gone to play snooker. |
| 2014-02-20 | Oligarchs, bankers, politicians, scum. |
| 2014-02-19 | Ukrainian President stand down now. |
| 2014-02-18 | Bee stings in a garden without flowers. |
| 2014-02-17 | Put up your umbrella and dance away. |
| 2014-02-16 | Fishing metaphors are unromantic. |
| 2014-02-15 | Kiss me on both sides and then walk away. |
| 2014-02-14 | Now I really don’t know what I’m doing. |
| 2014-02-13 | Tuesday was Sunday and Sunday was gone. |
| 2014-02-12 | I think we got a little confused there. |
| 2014-02-11 | Airport bar. When did we get used to this? |
| 2014-02-10 | When Arsenal crash they explode in pieces. |
| 2014-02-09 | You should add up the age of your fossils. |
| 2014-02-08 | Electronic cigarettes are stupid! |
| 2014-02-07 | Everyone on the T.V. is insane. |
| 2014-02-06 | Bristol rain is similar to Cork rain. |
| 2014-02-05 | There is nothing in my pocket but hope. |
| 2014-02-04 | Everything I have said says you can kill. |
| 2014-02-03 | Mind the gap! Mind the gap! The gap is all! |
| 2014-02-02 | Australian bar. Rugby, football, love. |
| 2014-02-01 | I am the Sovereign of every fast car. |
| 2014-01-31 | I am the man who comes to the rescue. |
| 2014-01-30 | Ink blot, ink stain, smudge, pencil sketch, doodle. |
| 2014-01-29 | We are the people who live on a hill. |
| 2014-01-28 | Another weather warning for your head. |
| 2014-01-27 | Too much coastal erosion in my mouth. |
| 2014-01-26 | Rain-soaked fallen Empire of umbrellas. |
| 2014-01-25 | Great Western, reading Fagles’ translation. |
| 2014-01-24 | Canterbury and the subtly of war. |
| 2014-01-23 | Detoxing has started very slowly. |
| 2014-01-22 | Stratford Theatre Bar, two old winded lags. |
| 2014-01-21 | Canary Wharf. Do not look up you fool! |
| 2014-01-20 | I am one who will see the end coming. |
| 2014-01-19 | We cannot bear too much reality. |
| 2014-01-18 | Evil rampant and they haunt for a child. |
| 2014-01-17 | How do you return from meaningless war? |
| 2014-01-16 | Bedminster haven, Bristol hideaway. |
| 2014-01-15 | I’ve discovered I am a war poet. |
| 2014-01-14 | Happy among whispering essayists. |
| 2014-01-13 | How did you get so old so suddenly. |
| 2014-01-12 | Keep your temper, breathe deeply, one, two, three... |
| 2014-01-11 | Standing outside of Eason’s writing Holes. |
| 2014-01-10 | Nobody trusts the police any more. |
| 2014-01-09 | Monstrous regimen of politicians. |
| 2014-01-08 | Solicitors, pensions, Mammon’s vista. |
| 2014-01-07 | Time past and time present, huge deficit. |
| 2014-01-06 | It’s as if you were someone somewhere else. |
| 2014-01-05 | I will stamp on my glasses and be blind. |
| 2014-01-04 | I am an ancient turtle sick of leaves. |
| 2014-01-03 | Even the mountains seem edgy tonight. |
| 2014-01-02 | The sea wants to invade what defines it. |
| 2014-01-02 | Australian bar, rugby, football, love. |
| 2014-01-01 | The wind is the friend of very old trees. |
| 2013-12-31 | We have no more resolutions to make. |
| 2013-12-30 | We’re beginning to begin to believe. |
| 2013-12-29 | Next year I will make better enemies. |
| 2013-12-28 | Protect the little light of your own life. |
| 2013-12-27 | Walk far enough away and the stench fades. |
| 2013-12-26 | Silence, good grace, dignity, a broad smile. |
| 2013-12-25 | Snow-capped Kerry hills and a blue background. |
| 2013-12-24 | I’m inoculated against madness. |
| 2013-12-23 | Smoke rising beyond The Elysian. |
| 2013-12-22 | Destroy the evidence, shred everything! |
| 2013-12-21 | Exquisite equipment of general death. |
| 2013-12-20 | You shall not whisper love to your android. |
| 2013-12-19 | You must not say the word ephemeral. |
| 2013-12-18 | You cannot wear blue jumpers any more. |
| 2013-12-17 | WMDs was the Trojan Horse. |
| 2013-12-16 | Learning to love in the middle of hate. |
| 2013-12-15 | The sheep think that only the goats will die. |
| 2013-12-14 | Mandela was Shelley’s Prometheus. |
| 2013-12-13 | People die in the middle of their lives. |
| 2013-12-12 | Grey smokey city trying to wake up. |
| 2013-12-11 | I cannot write about your cruelty. |
| 2013-12-10 | All the trees have entered a winter sleep. |
| 2013-12-09 | The Gathering is happening else where. |
| 2013-12-08 | The giant sycamore has one last leaf. |
| 2013-12-07 | You should have your own triumphal column. |
| 2013-12-06 | Warrior, lover, poet and statesman. |
| 2013-12-05 | Read you melancholy, hopeless poems. |
| 2013-12-04 | Trying to teach them monsters and events. |
| 2013-12-03 | The echo, ghostly music of the dead. |
| 2013-12-02 | You gave us the lake and I learnt to write. |
| 2013-12-01 | I was all tears, now I’m a little less. |
| 2013-11-30 | I wrote you poems you will never read. |
| 2013-11-29 | Every time I left you I said goodbye. |
| 2013-11-28 | Uninvolved, uninspired classroom of frowns. |
| 2013-11-27 | Implausible, clownish ‘full’ Professor. |
| 2013-11-26 | Inscrutable pointy-jawed scientist. |
| 2013-11-25 | Inflatable rubber politician. |
| 2013-11-24 | Pity you cannot eat all of these leaves. |
| 2013-11-23 | Imagination is catastrophe. |
| 2013-11-22 | Fifty years on and we still speak of ‘them’. |
| 2013-11-21 | Dog marvels at man who marvels at stars. |
| 2013-11-20 | We are all recklessly optimistic. |
| 2013-11-19 | George Bush reading the Gettysburg Address. |
| 2013-11-18 | I will not miss your collective silence. |
| 2013-11-17 | Tout autre est tout autre, that’s for sure! |
| 2013-11-16 | Shall I let you see through the hole today? |
| 2013-11-15 | The dream is over, and what can we say. |
| 2013-11-14 | So that now is never and always now. |
| 2013-11-13 | You are reading this now, but this is now. |
| 2013-11-12 | Autobiography remains alone. |
| 2013-11-11 | One life cannot stand for another life. |
| 2013-11-10 | Quality-approved, calibrated shit. |
| 2013-11-09 | Indexed-linked, hyper-inflated moron. |
| 2013-11-08 | My ears were made for Elvis Costello. |
| 2013-11-07 | With this amount of flies there is a corpse. |
| 2013-11-06 | Large societies, dead institutions. |
| 2013-11-05 | I made a vow, it was not about you. |
| 2013-11-04 | Three cans of Raid should kill off the bastards. |
| 2013-11-03 | Wearing tiny clothes and spilling their beer. |
| 2013-11-02 | My crabmeat lost in a pool of sorrow. |
| 2013-11-01 | Bristol estuary as the sun goes down. |
| 2013-10-31 | This is our symbolic geo-gateway. |
| 2013-10-30 | Chemical weapons free-zone, genocide. |
| 2013-10-29 | Our love is a controlled experiment. |
| 2013-10-28 | I learnt about chance before the first smack. |
| 2013-10-27 | Nothing except this day to day to day. |
| 2013-10-26 | No allegory, no cold metaphorics. |
| 2013-10-25 | Nothing to see in here, avert your eyes. |
| 2013-10-24 | No shout from the walls, no whisper, no sigh. |
| 2013-10-23 | No out of bounds, no here’s the way to go. |
| 2013-10-22 | No plan, no blueprint, no road map, nothing. |
| 2013-10-21 | Energy zapping through the smiles and tears. |
| 2013-10-20 | The gods dispense dreams and chuckle away. |
| 2013-10-19 | Close the door and then imitate a ghost. |
| 2013-10-18 | If it rains any more my head will sink. |
| 2013-10-17 | This time I might get to the end of Freud. |
| 2013-10-16 | Schoolgirls for charity on the front line. |
| 2013-10-15 | Sinister piggy-eyed bloated monster. |
| 2013-10-14 | The black gothic horror of a budget. |
| 2013-10-13 | Trying to write about nothing at all. |
| 2013-10-12 | Freed from the circus he sleeps on till noon. |
| 2013-10-11 | The silence of this house is deafening. |
| 2013-10-10 | Das unheimlich goes down a treat again. |
| 2013-10-09 | Grass, feathers, dung, intricate weave of twigs. |
| 2013-10-08 | Don’t imagine there will be a reward. |
| 2013-10-07 | The past is not a value in itself. |
| 2013-10-06 | Serialism of the everyday. |
| 2013-10-05 | Will they make us go back and vote again. |
| 2013-10-04 | I don’t think I will need an exorcist. |
| 2013-10-03 | Stones in your pockets, revenge in your heart. |
| 2013-10-02 | I live in a fog of disappointment. |
| 2013-10-01 | Republicans shut down America. |
| 2013-09-30 | Some of us still have an ego to hurt. |
| 2013-09-29 | Don’t go to school only in your undies. |
| 2013-09-28 | Don’t you see that it’s the sentence that sings. |
| 2013-09-27 | Birds could walk if they gave up the high life. |
| 2013-09-26 | Brutal realism of the senses. |
| 2013-09-25 | Heroic flexibility, ha ha! |
| 2013-09-24 | Dust mite scatters as I open the book. |
| 2013-09-23 | I descend from space and teach them nothing. |
| 2013-09-22 | Listening to Neil Young sing as you pack. |
| 2013-09-21 | Angela Mertel grew up in the East. |
| 2013-09-20 | Sometimes it’s simple, you love and marry. |
| 2013-09-19 | Don’t play dead just because you think I'm sad. |
| 2013-09-18 | If you have an itch then you should scratch it. |
| 2013-09-17 | Do you think I am playing the long game? |
| 2013-09-16 | With your finger look how fast my life goes |
| 2013-09-15 | Syrian exodus, shame on us all. |
| 2013-09-14 | There is a hole in me that cannot heal. |
| 2013-09-13 | Ireland does not want its democracy. |
| 2013-09-12 | Voyager breaks through, and so it begins. |
| 2013-09-11 | Working for the banks and big families. |
| 2013-09-10 | Answerable to no one once inside. |
| 2013-09-09 | One house, full of corrupt politicians |
| 2013-09-08 | Another big win for the G.A.A. |
| 2013-09-07 | Diastole but without systole. |
| 2013-09-06 | Limerick, a little piece of the States. |
| 2013-09-05 | Big bearded patriarchs yank themselves off. |
| 2013-09-04 | Deconstruction of Christianity. |
| 2013-09-03 | Youtube me into your nightmarish dreams. |
| 2013-09-02 | Naked squirrels invade transfer window. |
| 2013-09-01 | Muppet politicians, Syrian hell. |
| 2013-08-31 | Jean-Luc Nancy, body after body. |
| 2013-08-30 | Seamus Heaney has gone where poets go. |
| 2013-08-29 | I am a protester, you are the law. |
| 2013-08-28 | We went to Pisa before it falls down. |
| 2013-08-27 | Goodbye Lago, your gifts are on their way. |
| 2013-08-26 | Rainbow over Polvese after rain. |
| 2013-08-25 | An Italian monsoon is no fun. |
| 2013-08-24 | When it’s dull you can see for miles and miles. |
| 2013-08-23 | London was never the Union jack. |
| 2013-08-22 | Skin of water, skin of fire, skin of air. |
| 2013-08-21 | Saint Francis must have had a heavy head. |
| 2013-08-20 | My annual vacation from anarchy. |
| 2013-08-19 | The sun has got his hat and his sunshades on. |
| 2013-08-18 | We’re in the moneyless world of Cockaigne. |
| 2013-08-17 | No news. The world might have well grown up. |
| 2013-08-16 | After Ferragosto on a tin roof. |
| 2013-08-15 | Bottled message from the man in the moon. |
| 2013-08-14 | The lago has had a long winter drink. |
| 2013-08-13 | Hide me in the shelter of your cold smile. |
| 2013-08-12 | Rock face is anti-anthropomorphic. |
| 2013-08-11 | Stuck in a box with a Queen tribute band. |
| 2013-08-10 | On my way to a meeting with the goat. |
| 2013-08-09 | Everyone’s out kicking cans down the road. |
| 2013-08-08 | You are eternal and less than today. |
| 2013-08-07 | Why does the Lotto not listen to me. |
| 2013-08-06 | I hold my sense of conscience before cash. |
| 2013-08-05 | Money lenders still inside the Temple. |
| 2013-08-04 | In the Bible banker is a curse word. |
| 2013-08-03 | Murderer’s landslide vote of confidence. |
| 2013-08-02 | Come to Moscow but throw your mouth away. |
| 2013-08-01 | Antipodean toxins cancel Blur. |
| 2013-07-31 | Cries in the night from god only knows where. |
| 2013-07-30 | The echo that rattles inside your head. |
| 2013-07-29 | Poetry is the scum that floats on top. |
| 2013-07-28 | Edie Falco as the toll booth arrives. |
| 2013-07-27 | Even the sea is mortgaged to the hilt. |
| 2013-07-26 | The air we breathe belongs to the bankers. |
| 2013-07-25 | Yawning mouth of inherited anger. |
| 2013-07-24 | The Irish Revenue can fuck itself. |
| 2013-07-23 | One more greedy rich mouth enters the world. |
| 2013-07-22 | Tiny black weevils in the wheatabix. |
| 2013-07-21 | May thousands of flies invade your nostrils. |
| 2013-07-20 | May the wind attack your surgical socks. |
| 2013-07-19 | May the road rise up and bite your backside. |
| 2013-07-18 | Anxiety-riddled haptic spider. |
| 2013-07-17 | Quizzical insects climbing up my legs. |
| 2013-07-16 | Silver nitrate stabs like a thousand knives. |
| 2013-07-15 | A little bit of suet in your shoes. |
| 2013-07-14 | Dancing with old masters and Old Masters. |
| 2013-07-13 | Shitty little fucker stealing the wine. |
| 2013-07-12 | Bantry Bay and a man who knows what’s what. |
| 2013-07-11 | The sun has found us out and we are stuck. |
| 2013-07-10 | I’ll not live as if there’s no tomorrow. |
| 2013-07-09 | And the smile on my face is not for sale. |
| 2013-07-08 | The future is churning inside Egypt. |
| 2013-07-07 | I’m old enough to collect enemies. |
| 2013-07-06 | Woodstain splatters my body like war paint. |
| 2013-07-05 | We will not be driven out of our home. |
| 2013-07-04 | When did you become a monstrous cliché? |
| 2013-07-03 | We don’t march because we’re sad. It’s your fault! |
| 2013-07-02 | I am learning how to sleep in a bed. |
| 2013-07-01 | Take my eyes and use them you crazy fool. |
| 2013-06-30 | Egypt is having another party. |
| 2013-06-29 | Ireland has been weeping whilst I was gone. |
| 2013-06-28 | The end of the American Empire. |
| 2013-06-27 | You are an antidote to many fools. |
| 2013-06-26 | You are my surviving friend from the cult. |
| 2013-06-25 | Got my haircut by a man with no teeth. |
| 2013-06-24 | David Bowie is ... outside of my head. |
| 2013-06-23 | We’ll have to build the cathedral ourselves. |
| 2013-06-22 | Corruption cannot cross over water. |
| 2013-06-21 | What you have been reading is an ear hole. |
| 2013-06-20 | Ruined tabernacle of promises. |
| 2013-06-19 | World leaders give cheesy grins and riddles. |
| 2013-06-18 | The hole in my arse weeps itself to sleep. |
| 2013-06-17 | Look at your shoes as bigmouth strikes once more. |
| 2013-06-16 | Elephantine ego talking cows’ shit. |
| 2013-06-15 | Percy Bysshe is coming back down the road. |
| 2013-06-14 | Hydroelectric tear generator. |
| 2013-06-13 | Daily facial flood warning area. |
| 2013-06-12 | This is a small stone on top of my day. |
| 2013-06-11 | Pour the beans into a bottomless jar. |
| 2013-06-10 | Turn your kids into national averages. |
| 2013-06-09 | Hide behind them and call them your defence. |
| 2013-06-08 | The Bank of Ireland’s transparent numbers. |
| 2013-06-07 | Co-authored book of hamster mysteries. |
| 2013-06-06 | Been away, now I’m back, get used to it! |
| 2013-06-05 | My laptop is full of frightened faces. |
| 2013-06-04 | I have more iron in my head than you. |
| 2013-06-03 | Hello Canada, how are ye doing? |
| 2013-06-02 | The Bank of Ireland and subsistence rates. |
| 2013-06-01 | My poetry is Levinasian. |
| 2013-05-31 | I spat you out, you flung yourself back in. |
| 2013-05-30 | She said she had green digits and I came. |
| 2013-05-29 | Briars cut my eyes, thorns pierce my fingers. |
| 2013-05-28 | Maybe without it the whole thing would fall. |
| 2013-05-27 | Ivy has taken over the garden. |
| 2013-05-26 | My eyes have been opened, I can see you. |
| 2013-05-25 | European Nero, Syrian flames. |
| 2013-05-24 | What allowed me to get so far behind? |
| 2013-05-23 | King Louis XVII hamster plot. |
| 2013-05-22 | I forgot how long we have been at war. |
| 2013-05-21 | Time’s first bite leads to ideas of heaven. |
| 2013-05-20 | Is there a subterranean canal? |
| 2013-05-19 | How many times did you die Captain Kirk? |
| 2013-05-18 | Is there a pair of eyes in the forest? |
| 2013-05-17 | I have the skin of an emo. rhino. |
| 2013-05-16 | Account for every penny time again. |
| 2013-05-15 | I am drawn to the subject of madness. |
| 2013-05-14 | If you want your rights get on an airplane. |
| 2013-05-13 | The warm rain has come and the grass is high. |
| 2013-05-12 | An exercise in forced lobotomy. |
| 2013-05-11 | We are suffering from too many spoons. |
| 2013-05-10 | So now you know what I’m capable of. |
| 2013-05-09 | No one is ever going to love you. |
| 2013-05-08 | Sir Alex walks off into the sunset. |
| 2013-05-07 | I’m like wot r u like? n she’s like, wot? |
| 2013-05-06 | Your salty silence is less than classy. |
| 2013-05-05 | Five years since I sent smoke to the outside. |
| 2013-05-04 | Absurdly tall girls don’t dance with their feet |
| 2013-05-03 | In terms of the race, insects are faster. |
| 2013-05-02 | Losers are those who get close to winning. |
| 2013-05-01 | Eurozone after party crap-fed loons. |
| 2013-04-30 | The drip you can’t fix is ruling the Dail. |
| 2013-04-29 | The drip you can’t fix is staining your house. |
| 2013-04-28 | Self-sabotage as a style of soccer. |
| 2013-04-27 | Back to that place of camera-friendly stones. |
| 2013-04-26 | Let’s run away over Kerry mountains. |
| 2013-04-25 | There’s someone new in the world that I like. |
| 2013-04-24 | If you’ve read all your books you’re not trying. |
| 2013-04-23 | Why do you insist on getting older? |
| 2013-04-22 | It’s either mutual or a form of war. |
| 2013-04-21 | Do not forget you’re flying to Gatwick. |
| 2013-04-20 | If we kill you it’s a ‘systems failure.’ |
| 2013-04-19 | We are sorry, it’s a Catholic thing. |
| 2013-04-18 | America keeps its guns to kill kids. |
| 2013-04-17 | And in the end it came for you. Gotcha! |
| 2013-04-16 | Croke Park 2 is a shabby joke for fools. |
| 2013-04-15 | I saw the hole I had fallen into. |
| 2013-04-14 | It’s too windy for you to be leaving. |
| 2013-04-13 | Modernism can be about the moon. |
| 2013-04-12 | Got the casadasatraphobia blues. |
| 2013-04-11 | Colonised by a colonoscopy. |
| 2013-04-10 | There is such a thing as society. |
| 2013-04-09 | A mighty evil is silent tonight. |
| 2013-04-08 | I don’t want to snuff it in hospital. |
| 2013-04-07 | Bring me the heat of the world in a cup. |
| 2013-04-06 | Nightmare dream about endless paper work. |
| 2013-04-05 | A head full of daggers and smooth round stones. |
| 2013-04-04 | Ian Duncan Smith on fifty three pounds! |
| 2013-04-03 | innit! innit! innit! innit! innit! |
| 2013-04-02 | There’s a Cockney poetry problem here. |
| 2013-04-01 | There is no sisterhood in poetry. |
| 2013-03-31 | Are you really going to keep this up? |
| 2013-03-30 | Wild garlic is eating up the garden. |
| 2013-03-29 | There is no brotherhood in poetry. |
| 2013-03-28 | The hole for today has just been cancelled. |
| 2013-03-27 | Apparently this is a life sentence. |
| 2013-03-26 | Connectivity is not increasing. |
| 2013-03-25 | Sulky boy at the back of the classroom. |
| 2013-03-24 | Armpit tragedy begins to abate. |
| 2013-03-23 | Global warming started in the sixties. |
| 2013-03-22 | Apparently this is a life poem. |
| 2013-03-21 | Take away “ruin”, just say I’m thrifty. |
| 2013-03-20 | I don’t believe you do this every day. |
| 2013-03-19 | I am angry because you are stupid! |
| 2013-03-18 | Political “Syria-speak” bullshit! |
| 2013-03-17 | Second amendment shit-for-brains moron. |
| 2013-03-16 | When she met them again they had clothes on. |
| 2013-03-15 | Have your x-ray eyes seen through everything? |
| 2013-03-14 | Teaching badly less than teaching nothing. |
| 2013-03-13 | Losing with style less than losing at all. |
| 2013-03-12 | Being spotted more than being ignored. |
| 2013-03-11 | Morrissey less than David’s new cd. |
| 2013-03-10 | Rubberized legs more than rubberized vans. |
| 2013-03-09 | Wandering out in an idiot dream. |
| 2013-03-08 | If I am a troll then I should eat you! |
| 2013-03-07 | Aren’t you a big boy with your ready Greek! |
| 2013-03-06 | Where is the hair on the back of your neck? |
| 2013-03-05 | Where is that corridor of vast surprise? |
| 2013-03-04 | Where is that island of sea and slippers? |
| 2013-03-03 | The government wonders why no one votes. |
| 2013-03-02 | The government watches from a distance. |
| 2013-03-01 | The government owns your children’s children. |
| 2013-02-28 | The government executes non-shoppers. |
| 2013-02-27 | The government accumulates despair. |
| 2013-02-26 | The government says health through suicide. |
| 2013-02-25 | Hermeneutic gap, thin ozone layer. |
| 2013-02-24 | The hole in my heart is getting bigger. |
| 2013-02-23 | The U.N. is a cholera outbreak. |
| 2013-02-22 | If the world wants, it can come and get me. |
| 2013-02-21 | The hole in my arse is getting smaller. |
| 2013-02-20 | Sometimes you are more than articulate. |
| 2013-02-19 | My first ever one euro Polo Mints. |
| 2013-02-18 | Healing from the inside is not easy. |
| 2013-02-17 | I can see the logic in giving birth. |
| 2013-02-16 | Syria is normalised genocide. |
| 2013-02-15 | Talk about wound dressing, talk about holes. |
| 2013-02-14 | Fistula like Derrida and Auden. |
| 2013-02-13 | Poetry is an unplugged one inch hole. |
| 2013-02-12 | Poetry is as difficult as death. |
| 2013-02-11 | Poetry is as easy as breathing. |
| 2013-02-10 | Euro secret society budget. |
| 2013-02-09 | Call me old fashioned, pain makes me cranky. |
| 2013-02-08 | Kick me in the stomach and call me Bob! |
| 2013-02-07 | The filthy rich shall inherit the earth. |
| 2013-02-06 | Hospital and its hospitality. |
| 2013-02-05 | Do not look for me tomorrow or next. |
| 2013-02-04 | Malala seems to me our angel face. |
| 2013-02-03 | I have a backside full of puss and pain. |
| 2013-02-02 | Write about the moon and of nothing else. |
| 2013-02-01 | Hilary’s giant carbon footstep stops. |
| 2013-01-31 | Rain crashing down on ghost of green machine. |
| 2013-01-30 | Do I sound viciously resentful? Moi? |
| 2013-01-29 | Look up, smile, you are not in Syria. |
| 2013-01-28 | You cannot blame these eurozone flunkies. |
| 2013-01-27 | You cannot blame the Salvation Army. |
| 2013-01-26 | You cannot blame the iPad’s lost ID. |
| 2013-01-25 | You cannot blame that white bowl full of stones. |
| 2013-01-24 | You cannot blame the sound of windy trees. |
| 2013-01-23 | You cannot blame the cat that comes to stay. |
| 2013-01-22 | You cannot blame a refrigerator. |
| 2013-01-21 | That box of eggs was a real box of frogs. |
| 2013-01-20 | New Year’s resolution, give up grammar. |
| 2013-01-19 | Post-traumatic pathological art. |
| 2013-01-18 | You always were a little belated. |
| 2013-01-17 | The best time to start this would have been spring. |
| 2013-01-16 | Arthur C. Clarke makes Jupiter a star. |
| 2013-01-15 | I do hope I’ve taken a wrong turn. |
| 2013-01-14 | Irresponsibility is healthy! |
| 2013-01-13 | Football songs about fiscal challenges. |
| 2013-01-12 | Seabass conversation and arrivals. |
| 2013-01-11 | My friends are busy making the future. |
| 2013-01-10 | Walking to work with you gives me courage. |
| 2013-01-09 | The dragon is slain, breakfast has been served. |
| 2013-01-08 | Pass me the giant tissue of your love. |
| 2013-01-07 | Disappointing troop dance abnegation. |
| 2013-01-06 | Let’s start this year as we mean to go on. |
| 2013-01-05 | They cut his throat, then cut off his penis. |
| 2013-01-04 | Bankers are snug in rabbit-style onsies. |
| 2013-01-03 | Please do not mind if I cheat a little. |
| 2013-01-02 | Back to the Kingdom and Polybius. |
| 2013-01-01 | Idiots do not do well in my house. |
| 2012-12-31 | That is not a reindeer! That is King Puck! |
| 2012-12-30 | Without you no reason to come back home. |
| 2012-12-29 | You woke up St. Francis of Assisi. |
| 2012-12-28 | They sacrifice children to the gun god. |
| 2012-12-27 | The Christmas poem tradition revived. |
| 2012-12-26 | Arsenal cannot play, the world looks elsewhere. |
| 2012-12-25 | Cliff Richard nightmare Christmas single dream. |
| 2012-12-24 | Parcel me out the soap-opera menu. |
| 2012-12-23 | Six years on an unpredictable ride. |
| 2012-12-22 | My god daughter singing like a diva. |
| 2012-12-21 | Hiccups are dangerous, they can kill you! |
| 2012-12-20 | Alfred Hitchcock helps me to sleep at night. |
| 2012-12-19 | It rained again today, so I gave up. |
| 2012-12-18 | I woke up wishing I had gone to sleep. |
| 2012-12-17 | No one in this town wants to cut my hair. |
| 2012-12-16 | America will never give up guns. |
| 2012-12-15 | Sandy Hook School must be a watershed. |
| 2012-12-14 | We are not free if our children are shot. |
| 2012-12-13 | Absurd poets take over the campus. |
| 2012-12-12 | Echo at the back of my head like time. |
| 2012-12-11 | The BBC is a scandalous sham. |
| 2012-12-10 | Grins like the cheeky bastard that he is. |
| 2012-12-09 | Illegal civilian drone attack. |
| 2012-12-08 | This is being penned by an avatar. |
| 2012-12-07 | Yesterday’s line was about you today. |
| 2012-12-06 | You are now the you replacing the you. |
| 2012-12-05 | Egypt wants another revolution. |
| 2012-12-04 | This will be another speck in the glass. |
| 2012-12-03 | My stomach should sign a record label. |
| 2012-12-02 | Israel buries its fist in the sand. |
| 2012-12-01 | Egypt wakes up with a bad hangover. |
| 2012-11-30 | Chocolate snowball poltergeist cue-tips. |
| 2012-11-29 | The BBC looks like the Catholic Church. |
| 2012-11-28 | Update the software package in your brain. |
| 2012-11-27 | The dog reflects as it stares at the sun. |
| 2012-11-26 | Eurozone is an insatiable mouth. |
| 2012-11-25 | Getting old happens to other people. |
| 2012-11-24 | Surgical strike Assad out of living. |
| 2012-11-23 | Looking for your fringe in the airport lounge. |
| 2012-11-22 | One more day and I’ll be alive again. |
| 2012-11-21 | Hell is a library full of whisperers. |
| 2012-11-20 | Tiptoeing through other people’s garbage. |
| 2012-11-19 | Did I tell you things are a little tight? |
| 2012-11-18 | I cannot afford tomorrow’s workload. |
| 2012-11-17 | I cannot afford to walk in the rain. |
| 2012-11-16 | I cannot afford the kiss on your lips. |
| 2012-11-15 | I cannot afford the front grass to grow. |
| 2012-11-14 | I cannot afford to listen to you. |
| 2012-11-13 | I cannot afford to write poetry. |
| 2012-11-12 | I cannot afford to step out the door. |
| 2012-11-11 | The upper sky is dark and full of ghosts. |
| 2012-11-10 | Kubrick’s The Shining with half an hour more. |
| 2012-11-09 | Such a shame we didn’t meet Piggy boy. |
| 2012-11-08 | Waking up next to you is my reward. |
| 2012-11-07 | Sometimes fear is less powerful than hope. |
| 2012-11-06 | We are too tired to witness history. |
| 2012-11-05 | Listening to Dante in the B. L. |
| 2012-11-04 | Crumble is not impressive or Bond-like. |
| 2012-11-03 | London is not drowning. London is fine. |
| 2012-11-02 | There’s more than one President in our lives. |
| 2012-11-01 | I have forgotten to look at my toes. |
| 2012-10-31 | Water, water, everywhere, in our time. |
| 2012-10-30 | I would be tempted to stay in my house. |
| 2012-10-29 | Romney’s hair is attempting to escape. |
| 2012-10-28 | I have a piano I cannot play. |
| 2012-10-27 | Jimmy Saville always made me nervous. |
| 2012-10-26 | Wheels go round, wings flap, stomachs sag, mouths gape. |
| 2012-10-25 | You do not get monsters out of toy shops. |
| 2012-10-24 | President Obama is going grey. |
| 2012-10-23 | Much talk about chance and necessity. |
| 2012-10-22 | A little bird has shat on my window. |
| 2012-10-21 | I am alone. This is a haunted house. |
| 2012-10-20 | Much talk about monkeys and computers. |
| 2012-10-19 | Every morning I sniff myself awake. |
| 2012-10-18 | She had a little mole on her forehead. |
| 2012-10-17 | Nobody works in the Bank any more. |
| 2012-10-16 | You can stick your Dublin 4 up your arse! |
| 2012-10-15 | Deconstruction is never teachable. |
| 2012-10-14 | FN comes down from the mountain and chokes. |
| 2012-10-13 | Statistical analysis my arse. |
| 2012-10-12 | Every time I eat I am a sick dog. |
| 2012-10-11 | They’ve given ‘medieval’ a bad name. |
| 2012-10-10 | I’ve made a list of everything we’ve lost. |
| 2012-10-09 | You made me want to close my eyes in prayer. |
| 2012-10-08 | If I do not raise my voice now, then when? |
| 2012-10-07 | Malala you are everyone’s hero. |
| 2012-10-06 | The curtains of this house are eyelids. |
| 2012-10-05 | You do not know that I have written this. |
| 2012-10-04 | You wake up and yesterday’s news is old. |
| 2012-10-03 | Is it pronounced Arsenal or Arsenal? |
| 2012-10-02 | Tear your way through to see his nakedness. |
| 2012-10-01 | Will those who vote you in howl with big tears. |
| 2012-09-30 | Will the money you spend be worth spending. |
| 2012-09-29 | Will your shoes shine with the sparkle of truth. |
| 2012-09-28 | Will your suits be dry cleaned and powerful. |
| 2012-09-27 | Will your feet walk a straight and narrow path. |
| 2012-09-26 | Will your fingers point through to the future. |
| 2012-09-25 | Will the tip of your tongue catch a fire. |
| 2012-09-24 | Will you put money in Liberty’s hand? |
| 2012-09-23 | When the election’s won will you help them? |
| 2012-09-22 | Mitt is certainly not with it! Get it? |
| 2012-09-21 | Mitt Romney is an hilarious joke. |
| 2012-09-20 | "Appearance is a not-showing-itself." |
| 2012-09-19 | This is due to an art of admission. |
| 2012-09-18 | I only had eyes for Al Pacino. |
| 2012-09-17 | "I don’t hate them, I just want them to lose!" |
| 2012-09-16 | One day when computers have learnt to breed. |
| 2012-09-15 | One day they will call this the Dark Ages. |
| 2012-09-14 | On the other side I have drawn the moon. |
| 2012-09-13 | 96 souls we will never forget. |
| 2012-09-12 | All the door panels have small liver spots. |
| 2012-09-11 | I will not be going to Geneva. |
| 2012-09-10 | By eleven the tracksuits reappear. |
| 2012-09-09 | Mr Frankie don’t live here any more. |
| 2012-09-08 | I am hovering my way to freedom. |
| 2012-09-07 | Over a week and not one News Update. |
| 2012-09-06 | Apocalypse Now for the leggy ones. |
| 2012-09-05 | My furry friend makes me sneeze like a dog. |
| 2012-09-04 | Money frightens you as much as I do. |
| 2012-09-03 | Welcome to the land of the hidden sun. |
| 2012-09-02 | Tomorrow I’ll have all the pens I need. |
| 2012-09-01 | Don’t believe in bankers on expenses. |
| 2012-08-31 | I don’t believe the markets are a brain. |
| 2012-08-30 | Don’t believe in schools, hospitals and war. |
| 2012-08-29 | Don’t believe in neoliberalism. |
| 2012-08-28 | Don’t believe in Enlightened Capital. |
| 2012-08-27 | You are my standard candle in the dark. |
| 2012-08-26 | Give him a wink, he is still stepping down. |
| 2012-08-25 | Look at the moon. Look at that big stone ball. |
| 2012-08-24 | We have come back to pray to the rain gods. |
| 2012-08-23 | Stick your hands in the air and open wide. |
| 2012-08-22 | I cannot write poetry any more. |
| 2012-08-21 | Jane Austen gives all her secrets away. |
| 2012-08-20 | Do you think people will not remember? |
| 2012-08-19 | Syria is a scandal for all of us. |
| 2012-08-18 | Yahweh has forgotten his Covenant. |
| 2012-08-17 | The Thinker now is on a mobile phone. |
| 2012-08-16 | I’ll get a flame-thrower to the fuckers! |
| 2012-08-15 | Fatal day of drunken repetition. |
| 2012-08-14 | Cork is drowning, Italy a sauna. |
| 2012-08-13 | The cheap seats are the ones that give the views. |
| 2012-08-12 | I’ve had a nose-bleed for twenty-two months. |
| 2012-08-11 | The ones that don’t kill you are a nuisance. |
| 2012-08-10 | Back to the lago of suicide flies. |
| 2012-08-09 | Back to my wish I was at the lago. |
| 2012-08-08 | Back to the lago of soft memories. |
| 2012-08-07 | Each year I struggle to find William. |
| 2012-08-06 | Rome is a cauldron of cheap souvenirs. |
| 2012-08-05 | Stone women cower under their own plinths. |
| 2012-08-04 | Switzerland’s storms are driving me potty. |
| 2012-08-03 | The devil invented I.S.B.N. |
| 2012-08-02 | That’s enough fireworks for me, thank you. |
| 2012-08-01 | Dreaming of you, didn’t want to get up. |
| 2012-07-31 | Fix all these nouns within the eye of God. |
| 2012-07-30 | Switzerland refills a hole it just dug. |
| 2012-07-29 | Is anxiety an Olympic sport? |
| 2012-07-28 | If you feed me I will tell you stories. |
| 2012-07-27 | Heidegger looks out at that great green mass. |
| 2012-07-26 | Harold Bloom is an unweeded garden. |
| 2012-07-25 | Scalp me again with your wonderful verse. |
| 2012-07-24 | Three acts of Hamlet and we’re pushing on. |
| 2012-07-23 | Respect is what I expect from my friends. |
| 2012-07-22 | St. Gallen is full of religious books. |
| 2012-07-21 | I have no net, no telly and no news. |
| 2012-07-20 | Who is Socrates and who is Plato? |
| 2012-07-19 | Hamlet is a poem about dust mites. |
| 2012-07-18 | Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, let a thousand Blooms. |
| 2012-07-17 | Twenty-five years of our lives in a box. |
| 2012-07-16 | I live it forwards, you read it backwards. |
| 2012-07-15 | I write this in advance of Switzerland. |
| 2012-07-14 | It feels like dying to leave your front door. |
| 2012-07-13 | Getting my haircut on the Roman Road. |
| 2012-07-12 | You will always be my Wild Irish Girl. |
| 2012-07-11 | All summer long they never saw the sun. |
| 2012-07-10 | They squeeze me dry before they let me go. |
| 2012-07-09 | I’m not even sure I’d like to meet him. |
| 2012-07-08 | Andy Murray will not win Wimbledon. |
| 2012-07-07 | Thank god I own only books and cds! |
| 2012-07-06 | Moving back to what I call the big house. |
| 2012-07-05 | Bomb disposal experts disturb their sleep. |
| 2012-07-04 | Did you find yourself where you thought you’d be? |
| 2012-07-03 | Going to work is like going to war. |
| 2012-07-02 | I get drunk at thirty-five thousand feet. |
| 2012-07-01 | Assad is now attacking rebel ghosts. |
| 2012-06-30 | In truth I don’t know the guy from Adam. |
| 2012-06-29 | Data mining less dangerous than coal. |
| 2012-06-28 | London is a bitch with a pair of lungs. |
| 2012-06-27 | Militant centrism fucks up the world. |
| 2012-06-26 | Julian Assange is a friend of mine. |
| 2012-06-25 | I am with you and my body’s on fire. |
| 2012-06-24 | We should send guns to Syrian rebels. |
| 2012-06-23 | Gloopy worms crawling out of his eyeballs. |
| 2012-06-22 | Deconstructive, anti-community. |
| 2012-06-21 | Thinking out loud is very difficult. |
| 2012-06-20 | Norwich cathedral, khôra, whiskey breath. |
| 2012-06-19 | Found myself in a tupperware party. |
| 2012-06-18 | Justice looking for a place of safety. |
| 2012-06-17 | From today I have no ties with this place. |
| 2012-06-16 | Aung San Suu Kyi catches up with herself. |
| 2012-06-15 | Arsenal girl in devotion of Theo. |
| 2012-06-14 | Fatter, uglier, and a bit wiser. |
| 2012-06-13 | World revolution or table tennis. |
| 2012-06-12 | Hitchcock’s Vertigo, all metalepsis. |
| 2012-06-11 | All those tiny triangles annoyed me. |
| 2012-06-10 | The wandering planets had to learn their tasks. |
| 2012-06-09 | Far older than the very name of god. |
| 2012-06-08 | so I never ever speak of myself. |
| 2012-06-07 | I only ever speak here of myself |
| 2012-06-06 | Sneak out of that inner pocket of sin. |
| 2012-06-05 | What’s wrong with the university, yeah! |
| 2012-06-04 | My philosophy books have attacked me. |
| 2012-06-03 | Terrorism: an adaptable word. |
| 2012-06-02 | I did not think I would meet you again. |
| 2012-06-01 | Dublin hotel, seaside panorama. |
| 2012-05-31 | I wish no living thing to suffer pain. |
| 2012-05-30 | Completely visible under your nose. |
| 2012-05-29 | The lump that you can’t see is just a lump. |
| 2012-05-28 | Let wild anxiety wash through her mind. |
| 2012-05-27 | I am a library book, you are a fine. |
| 2012-05-26 | If I could I would tell only of me. |
| 2012-05-25 | Sucked up in the great Hoover of your love. |
| 2012-05-24 | Maintenance, hand job, J. Hillis Miller. |
| 2012-05-23 | Destinerrancy, words sizzle and pop. |
| 2012-05-22 | I am off to Limerick Prison, so. |
| 2012-05-21 | Another twist of the prison motif. |
| 2012-05-20 | South west London, you are a whore on heat! |
| 2012-05-19 | I am a frying pan, you are two eggs. |
| 2012-05-18 | Invisible sweaty eyes on your neck. |
| 2012-05-17 | I am a bottle, you are a big ship. |
| 2012-05-16 | The grass seed lies there like so much bird food. |
| 2012-05-15 | She sits there smiling, like butter wouldn’t … |
| 2012-05-14 | There is a Mafia runs this country! |
| 2012-05-13 | Millennialism without his nibs. |
| 2012-05-12 | For all I know, the Second Coming’s Come. |
| 2012-05-11 | Hannibal says he will never leave me. |
| 2012-05-10 | Just let me go home and write my novel. |
| 2012-05-09 | Historical institute of denial. |
| 2012-05-08 | Trinity College in a sudden shower. |
| 2012-05-07 | You are sinking and I cannot help you. |
| 2012-05-06 | Let’s try a novel approach, let’s be fair. |
| 2012-05-05 | A rainbow devoid of any colour. |
| 2012-05-04 | I’ve forgotten where I wrote today down. |
| 2012-05-03 | Why not live in an Ivory Tower? |
| 2012-05-02 | We’ve stolen all the price-tags and burnt them. |
| 2012-05-01 | Where’s the line between sentiment and soap? |
| 2012-04-30 | Let damnation fall down upon her eyes. |
| 2012-04-29 | Back to the emigration airport scene. |
| 2012-04-28 | The scale of the problem is alarming. |
| 2012-04-27 | Sometimes you have to drink to get better. |
| 2012-04-26 | The best man and the worst man was a hit. |
| 2012-04-25 | I think she thinks I’m bitter and twisted. |
| 2012-04-24 | I never thought I would cheer for Chelsea. |
| 2012-04-23 | I am drowning in an ocean of books. |
| 2012-04-22 | One day I will die because I can’t spell! |
| 2012-04-21 | Why should weddings have Victorian verse? |
| 2012-04-20 | I fear I have exceeded my word length. |
| 2012-04-19 | I am Norman Stanley Fecking Fletcher! |
| 2012-04-18 | I wanted to say, you are an actor. |
| 2012-04-17 | Edgar Allan Poe’s dead chick chic poems. |
| 2012-04-16 | This is the diary of a constant war. |
| 2012-04-15 | Afghanistan is about to explode. |
| 2012-04-14 | They made a film out of Maggie Thatcher. |
| 2012-04-13 | Real people, real girls, real politics. Lies! |
| 2012-04-12 | He cut out her eyes and left her to mourn. |
| 2012-04-11 | Kings will always kill the kakangelist. |
| 2012-04-10 | Kubrick gives a new slant on angel face. |
| 2012-04-09 | An aesthetic of simple persistence. |
| 2012-04-08 | This I find is creative non-fiction. |
| 2012-04-07 | Unacceptable, a U.N. cliché. |
| 2012-04-06 | Twenty-eight years doesn’t seem to matter. |
| 2012-04-05 | Haruki Murakami on the train. |
| 2012-04-04 | So you think you’re going to find a job. |
| 2012-04-03 | Stanley Kubrick in The British Library. |
| 2012-04-02 | You have now seen the Angel of the North. |
| 2012-04-01 | Titian’s Three Ages has an exit route. |
| 2012-03-31 | Arthur’s Seat has become multicultural. |
| 2012-03-30 | Those Fokker 50 days are back again. |
| 2012-03-29 | By the time he blinked you had him in sight. |
| 2012-03-28 | Richard Branson doesn’t have this problem. |
| 2012-03-27 | Three hundred more years and we will be free. |
| 2012-03-26 | If you look at him you will have to pay. |
| 2012-03-25 | Hide all the numbers lower than twenty. |
| 2012-03-24 | The boxes of chocolates are not for you. |
| 2012-03-23 | We cannot eat meat until we’re solvent. |
| 2012-03-22 | The bank is rationing our oxygen. |
| 2012-03-21 | The sunshine is too expensive for us. |
| 2012-03-20 | We can’t afford to live at the moment. |
| 2012-03-19 | Assad! You are running out of people! |
| 2012-03-18 | Folds of light up and down her folded legs. |
| 2012-03-17 | Bank of Ireland is an oxymoron. |
| 2012-03-16 | Darkness pools, the light exerts dominion. |
| 2012-03-15 | Syria now to the criminal court! |
| 2012-03-14 | Bank of Ireland’s computer hates my guts. |
| 2012-03-13 | Bank of Ireland wants to get rid of me. |
| 2012-03-12 | Naughty little stinking little bugger! |
| 2012-03-11 | Bank of Ireland is sponsoring the end. |
| 2012-03-10 | Pleasure is not a word I often use. |
| 2012-03-09 | This is the land of men and their small dogs. |
| 2012-03-08 | Send off your peepholes to John once again. |
| 2012-03-07 | The open window of her face was wrong. |
| 2012-03-06 | The moon is as large as it can manage. |
| 2012-03-05 | Start writing poetry during meetings. |
| 2012-03-04 | It appears I don’t write books any more. |
| 2012-03-03 | Genocide…genocide…genocide…war… |
| 2012-03-02 | This house is a floodlit Kubrick movie. |
| 2012-03-01 | The brown boy said hello to me today. |
| 2012-02-29 | The grandson, the delicate one has gone. |
| 2012-02-28 | Fear to be alive inside of your house. |
| 2012-02-27 | Syria is happening as we speak. |
| 2012-02-26 | They won’t get the double up White Hart Lane! |
| 2012-02-25 | Nice to behave as if we existed. |
| 2012-02-24 | I am learning to say the phrase "No thanks." |
| 2012-02-23 | I’m so sorry I went and shat on you! |
| 2012-02-22 | Helen Mirren adjusting her stockings. |
| 2012-02-21 | Dante is a very good meeting point. |
| 2012-02-20 | The lumpen masses are finding their voice. |
| 2012-02-19 | Why do I have to leave where my nest is? |
| 2012-02-18 | Portion me out the Nachlass of Nietzsche. |
| 2012-02-17 | Look out there at the Erotic Gherkin! |
| 2012-02-16 | Would you like to come for coffee? No thanks |
| 2012-02-15 | Michael Heseltine whipping up his fringe. |
| 2012-02-14 | The ones who don’t say sorry hate your guts. |
| 2012-02-13 | She had the most astonishing pupils. |
| 2012-02-12 | I would never grow such a fuzzy beard. |
| 2012-02-11 | No torture used, just very hard questions. |
| 2012-02-10 | Iarnrod Eireann all shiny and new. |
| 2012-02-09 | Denis Healey, Norman Lamont, eyebrows! |
| 2012-02-08 | You know who you are! Don’t pretend you don’t! |
| 2012-02-07 | Ha bloody ha! Tell me another one! |
| 2012-02-06 | All the jokes about eggs and phalluses. |
| 2012-02-05 | I got screwed. You got screwed. We all got screwed. |
| 2012-02-04 | Somewhere in the rushes we all got screwed. |
| 2012-02-03 | The Royal Mail has forgotten my name. |
| 2012-02-02 | Tony Benn with another cup of tea. |
| 2012-02-01 | Michael Foot with his shabby dufflecoat. |
| 2012-01-31 | Jim Callaghan with his trousers undone. |
| 2012-01-30 | Margaret Thatcher gifting bottles of milk. |
| 2012-01-29 | Harold Wilson with a pipe in his mouth. |
| 2012-01-28 | Neo-liberals party into the night. |
| 2012-01-27 | Downgrade my triple A-rated conscience. |
| 2012-01-26 | If you want me then you really want me. |
| 2012-01-25 | Germany doesn’t really feel the need |
| 2012-01-24 | I’ve told that joke now for seventeen years. |
| 2012-01-23 | History men are loud and aggressive. |
| 2012-01-22 | Playing laptop solitaire as Rome burns. |
| 2012-01-21 | Croatia has not been watching the news. |
| 2012-01-20 | Gallery Press is a very tight press. |
| 2012-01-19 | There was a time when I used to buy books. |
| 2012-01-18 | Limerick gaol is not salubrious. |
| 2012-01-17 | Chinese Joyce scholar gave me a brown box. |
| 2012-01-16 | Old friends packed like sardines in a book launch. |
| 2012-01-15 | Would not want to be in that Captain’s shoes. |
| 2012-01-14 | History’s a shark, your leg in its mouth. |
| 2012-01-13 | A trail of rain soaked blood leading nowhere. |
| 2012-01-12 | We hit the button and the world has eyes. |
| 2012-01-11 | I can’t see the end game in Syria. |
| 2012-01-10 | My students don’t know if I’m serious. |
| 2012-01-09 | Be brave! Be a bit more unpopular! |
| 2012-01-08 | So that what is impenetrable counts. |
| 2012-01-07 | Get close enough to the wall and you’ll see. |
| 2012-01-06 | I have invented a new form of art. |
| 2012-01-05 | Must be non-smoking and bereft of hope. |
| 2012-01-04 | The worst of the stormy weather has gone. |
| 2012-01-03 | I remember he said, just forget it! |
| 2012-01-02 | Ex-dictator seeks subdued populace. |
| 2012-01-01 | I’m so glad you have a girlfriend again! |
| 2011-12-31 | Give your best face to those who are leaving. |
| 2011-12-30 | That was your home place for another year. |
| 2011-12-29 | Local Nazi Loyalist scum handshake. |
| 2011-12-28 | Syria will turn the spring to winter. |
| 2011-12-27 | She has no words left, she is waiting now. |
| 2011-12-26 | I know nothing save that the worst might come. |
| 2011-12-25 | The Queen lives in a palace with her dogs. |
| 2011-12-24 | The Birth of Tragedy needs rereading. |
| 2011-12-23 | Five years have gone, five years! Would you coco? |
| 2011-12-22 | Canterbury, muddy feet and friendship. |
| 2011-12-21 | I’ve finished one unfinishable book. |
| 2011-12-20 | I am on the verge of a big fuck up! |
| 2011-12-19 | Self-immolating anniversary. |
| 2011-12-18 | Vaclav Havel has gone up to the lights. |
| 2011-12-17 | I wouldn’t have your life for the whole world. |
| 2011-12-16 | Some revolutions don’t work on tv. |
| 2011-12-15 | They came, they patrolled, they left a ruin. |
| 2011-12-14 | For some people trauma is waking up. |
| 2011-12-13 | Turbulence is no problem when you’re drunk. |
| 2011-12-12 | Moonface is shaded in a sea of piss. |
| 2011-12-11 | This day has been cancelled from the record. |
| 2011-12-10 | Am I anything more than my desire? |
| 2011-12-09 | Cameron threw the toys out of the cot. |
| 2011-12-08 | If you prick me do I not do more work. |
| 2011-12-07 | Stout is nothing if atheistical. |
| 2011-12-06 | Did ye all just see what I did just there? |
| 2011-12-05 | A pipe band playing within the barracks. |
| 2011-12-04 | The biggest secret is between your legs. |
| 2011-12-03 | They might at one point kick down the front door. |
| 2011-12-02 | My backside is like an ancient ruin. |
| 2011-12-01 | She’s a mix of angel and freakishness. |
| 2011-11-30 | Frozen homes, chattering teeth, woolly tights. |
| 2011-11-29 | No one would notice if I slipped away. |
| 2011-11-28 | I have enough money till pay day comes. |
| 2011-11-27 | Never thought I’d cry over Gary Speed. |
| 2011-11-26 | Depersonalisation of my life. |
| 2011-11-25 | People should not underestimate me! |
| 2011-11-24 | Someone is going to get their arse slapped. |
| 2011-11-23 | Somebody said I was out of my depth. |
| 2011-11-22 | Carry on like that and you’ll be famous! |
| 2011-11-21 | Enjoyable day of viral absence. |
| 2011-11-20 | Berlusconi, Italy’s greatest shame. |
| 2011-11-19 | Why are you not wearing your Arsenal shirts? |
| 2011-11-18 | Libya was news, Syria isn’t. |
| 2011-11-17 | The eurozone is thunderous nonsense. |
| 2011-11-16 | The spiders know when to get ambitious. |
| 2011-11-15 | There’s something going on here, I don’t know. |
| 2011-11-14 | I won’t turn Syria into scansion. |
| 2011-11-13 | The eurozone is perverted clergy. |
| 2011-11-12 | The eurozone is a mosquito bite. |
| 2011-11-11 | The eurozone is a new strain of flu. |
| 2011-11-10 | The eurozone is an empty mirror. |
| 2011-11-09 | The eurozone is a slap in the face. |
| 2011-11-08 | The eurozone can’t look me in the eye. |
| 2011-11-07 | Military Hill is a strong failed poem. |
| 2011-11-06 | The eurozone is a bucket of puke. |
| 2011-11-05 | Should have asked the neighbours before you went. |
| 2011-11-04 | I did not know there would be so much grey! |
| 2011-11-03 | I woke up to a Richter monoprint. |
| 2011-11-02 | The eurozone is cheating at cricket. |
| 2011-11-01 | I would do something but I’m so darn tired! |
| 2011-10-31 | Occupy St Pauls! Occupy your brain! |
| 2011-10-30 | The eurozone is a stillborn baby. |
| 2011-10-29 | The eurozone is a bout of the clap. |
| 2011-10-28 | The eurozone is the seventh circle. |
| 2011-10-27 | The eurozone is furs and no knickers. |
| 2011-10-26 | I have escaped from the rain for a day. |
| 2011-10-25 | The eurozone is driving while you’re pissed. |
| 2011-10-24 | The eurozone is birdshit on the road. |
| 2011-10-23 | The eurozone is an unfunny joke. |
| 2011-10-22 | Everything happens for a reason, yeah! |
| 2011-10-21 | Politicians in a charity shop. |
| 2011-10-20 | Joy in Ecclefecan and environs. |
| 2011-10-19 | You can be charismatic and fascist. |
| 2011-10-18 | She is still drowning in wet resentment. |
| 2011-10-17 | We long for cessation of recession. |
| 2011-10-16 | My ambition would be to read a book. |
| 2011-10-15 | The single mums take over the catwalk. |
| 2011-10-14 | It is caused by stress and too much whiskey. |
| 2011-10-13 | It’s like when you burn toast, it leaves a trace. |
| 2011-10-12 | But he’s hopelessly lost in the present. |
| 2011-10-11 | How long ago since we wrote a poem? |
| 2011-10-10 | Gay Mitchell knows the future and the past. |
| 2011-10-09 | We are all haunted by the great elsewhere. |
| 2011-10-08 | Lonely gold trumpet on top of your church. |
| 2011-10-07 | Most of my friends think I’m dead and buried. |
| 2011-10-06 | Write poems in bed, shag in the open. |
| 2011-10-05 | Ruled by an invisible government. |
| 2011-10-04 | Mortgage advisor threatens my children. |
| 2011-10-03 | Too late, but I understand it all now. |
| 2011-10-02 | I am exhausted, I have no new words. |
| 2011-10-01 | Turn off the tv, watch the radio. |
| 2011-09-30 | Life is enjoyable ruination. |
| 2011-09-29 | Gaddafi’s son must be a great kisser! |
| 2011-09-28 | Open the window, let the smog come in. |
| 2011-09-27 | Frowns all round when I mentioned world war three. |
| 2011-09-26 | De rerum natura slipped from my hand. |
| 2011-09-25 | My lesson plan is to talk in their ears. |
| 2011-09-24 | Spine of a whale hanging from the ceiling. |
| 2011-09-23 | Spent my research day curled up in a ball. |
| 2011-09-22 | The side kick looked at me with pleading eyes. |
| 2011-09-21 | Let’s get in the classroom and kick some shit! |
| 2011-09-20 | Did I tell you Friedrich Nietzsche was dead? |
| 2011-09-19 | Tiny little fishes nibbling her feet. |
| 2011-09-18 | Arrogance all round, biting their bottoms. |
| 2011-09-17 | The whole of Ireland jumping up and down. |
| 2011-09-16 | For all I know it has started to rain. |
| 2011-09-15 | An unbearable absence of soundtrack. |
| 2011-09-14 | Rudolf Mössbauer reduced to atoms. |
| 2011-09-13 | A spider as big as a boxer’s fist. |
| 2011-09-12 | So you went for the non-acknowledgement. |
| 2011-09-11 | Can’t fly, won’t fly, nobody’s business now. |
| 2011-09-10 | Can we make the boat as we sail away? |
| 2011-09-09 | Who’s going to feed them and keep them warm? |
| 2011-09-08 | Seven billion people and no hope. |
| 2011-09-07 | Water seeps in through the tiniest cracks. |
| 2011-09-06 | I support you because you are displaced. |
| 2011-09-05 | Please understand, I don’t do anything! |
| 2011-09-04 | Chinese Jane Austen lives in a vacuum. |
| 2011-09-03 | Narcissistic gravitational pull. |
| 2011-09-02 | It’s all over now, you can clap your hands. |
| 2011-09-01 | Have you written the sentence for today? |
| 2011-08-31 | This has been a one poem holiday. |
| 2011-08-30 | Lose the bananas and you’d be fruit free. |
| 2011-08-29 | That’s not a sentence I could ever say. |
| 2011-08-28 | Kiss me on the head and call me Charlie. |
| 2011-08-27 | These London clouds are far too dramatic. |
| 2011-08-26 | Woke this morning with a hole in my head. |
| 2011-08-25 | Island behind the weatherman’s shoulder. |
| 2011-08-24 | Gaddafi isn’t dead, he’s just defunct! |
| 2011-08-23 | Motorola revolutionaries. |
| 2011-08-22 | Socio-historical networking. |
| 2011-08-21 | Tripoli is a noisy place tonight. |
| 2011-08-20 | I lost another perfect song today. |
| 2011-08-19 | Put all the books you have read on the shelf. |
| 2011-08-18 | I ♥ the East End. I ♥ paid labour. |
| 2011-08-17 | Pull out, dust down, the domino effect. |
| 2011-08-16 | Lock them all up and throw away the keys. |
| 2011-08-15 | The Shard displaces erotic gherkin. |
| 2011-08-14 | Perugia airport is full of Brits. |
| 2011-08-13 | Every evening a bloody spectacle. |
| 2011-08-12 | Cicadas, cicalas, greccos, crickets. |
| 2011-08-11 | No one cares about Hannibal but me. |
| 2011-08-10 | Put all the unread books into boxes. |
| 2011-08-09 | Stand up there Boris! Now’s your time to shine! |
| 2011-08-08 | London is burning and no one knows why. |
| 2011-08-07 | Walt Whitman is a relative of mine. |
| 2011-08-06 | This notebook has been washed in the lago. |
| 2011-08-05 | The best insurance against our dotage. |
| 2011-08-04 | We lost the battle and we lost the war. |
| 2011-08-03 | I have not done justice to the lizards. |
| 2011-08-02 | I have found my quiet nook of still time. |
| 2011-08-01 | The sun-flowers grew large and lost the sun. |
| 2011-07-31 | Carrietta White is a good monster. |
| 2011-07-30 | Passignano again with my daughter. |
| 2011-07-29 | I said things a gentleman should not say. |
| 2011-07-28 | He wore headphones all the way through dinner. |
| 2011-07-27 | Discontinuous, disingenuous. |
| 2011-07-26 | They found each other on a library shelf. |
| 2011-07-25 | I am shocked at the idiot in me. |
| 2011-07-24 | Shoeshine soft porn soda water shuffle. |
| 2011-07-23 | Amy Winehouse and eighty-five children. |
| 2011-07-22 | What are we gonna get for her indoors? |
| 2011-07-21 | I am a curator of modern art! |
| 2011-07-20 | The tree hides the moon, I am primitive. |
| 2011-07-19 | We have giggled our way into friendship. |
| 2011-07-18 | My father is beginning to shuffle. |
| 2011-07-17 | I threw the Sunday Business Post at him. |
| 2011-07-16 | I have my hands stuck in front of my eyes. |
| 2011-07-15 | What have I told my children to believe? |
| 2011-07-14 | Sand upon sand soaks up seasons of blood. |
| 2011-07-13 | With my sense of smell solitude’s a risk. |
| 2011-07-12 | I cannot get reconnected again. |
| 2011-07-11 | Did I do wrong in calling them horses? |
| 2011-07-10 | There are no more asteroids in my head. |
| 2011-07-09 | With hindsight I know I’ve made some mistakes. |
| 2011-07-08 | Books leave me open to greed and desire. |
| 2011-07-07 | Wasps creep out of little holes in my head. |
| 2011-07-06 | There was only ever one mothership. |
| 2011-07-05 | Here comes Johnny! is peering through the slit. |
| 2011-07-04 | I would take myself down to the Clancy's. |
| 2011-07-03 | Forgive me if I don’t drink to your health. |
| 2011-07-02 | Vespa! The whole fucking place is swarming! |
| 2011-07-01 | I am sleeping my way through a sand storm. |
| 2011-06-30 | One day a week without advertising. |
| 2011-06-29 | S. K. must have been reading Mandeville. |
| 2011-06-28 | The marmalade just keeps on arriving. |
| 2011-06-27 | Little yellow snail admires my labour. |
| 2011-06-26 | Kiss my arse and call me a Protestant. |
| 2011-06-25 | A full head of hair and a big cigar. |
| 2011-06-24 | Neocon art hating Catholic sluts. |
| 2011-06-23 | I’m thinking about becoming Irish. |
| 2011-06-22 | Clean the toilet and then do a runner. |
| 2011-06-21 | Like a teenage boy with a bic razor. |
| 2011-06-20 | Grandmother and child with plastic bag hats. |
| 2011-06-19 | There was nowhere for me to put my hands. |
| 2011-06-18 | In his underpants he seemed vulnerable. |
| 2011-06-17 | We are gay men in a Brighton Hotel. |
| 2011-06-16 | Also find a tongue for this time of year. |
| 2011-06-15 | The stuff about Mallarmé left him cold. |
| 2011-06-14 | There aren’t many laughs in the Holocaust. |
| 2011-06-13 | Indistinguishability of guilt. |
| 2011-06-12 | Aeroplanes fly too high for my liking. |
| 2011-06-11 | Don’t give up on me just because I’m mad. |
| 2011-06-10 | Freddie Mercury isn’t coming back. |
| 2011-06-09 | The British Library is full of old books. |
| 2011-06-08 | Syria is caught in a long echo. |
| 2011-06-07 | This year cardigans have a lip of flame. |
| 2011-06-06 | Desire breeds so many nonchalant looks. |
| 2011-06-05 | So much unrecorded heroism. |
| 2011-06-04 | I’ll knit you a solar crossword puzzle. |
| 2011-06-03 | My mother used to do it on her lap. |
| 2011-06-02 | Absence of said solar face, on absence. |
| 2011-06-01 | Hip! Headgear of solar face, adorning. |
| 2011-05-31 | Civilization and its Malcontents! |
| 2011-05-30 | Tout pour moi devient allégorie. |
| 2011-05-29 | Photo after photo Ils ont aimé. |
| 2011-05-28 | Why not lie down and why not roll over? |
| 2011-05-27 | Turn the world into a wooly jumper. |
| 2011-05-26 | The cookery book says two spoons of grass. |
| 2011-05-25 | Cross-stitch references to the present. |
| 2011-05-24 | Every third woman knits like a madman! |
| 2011-05-23 | My garden is trying to kill itself. |
| 2011-05-22 | How did they not know what was happening? |
| 2011-05-21 | Who let all those lonely people drive cars? |
| 2011-05-20 | In the future they will wonder at us. |
| 2011-05-19 | And in the end yer wan will see ye true! |
| 2011-05-18 | The television is unreadable. |
| 2011-05-17 | I am tired of the fight with gravity. |
| 2011-05-16 | The slender Muse is taking diet pills. |
| 2011-05-15 | O Lizzie Windsor won’t you stay at home! |
| 2011-05-14 | The poet looks and sees a universe. |
| 2011-05-13 | I know she takes me home with her at night. |
| 2011-05-12 | Each day of your life is a single frame. |
| 2011-05-11 | The rushing man looks and sees a brick wall. |
| 2011-05-10 | Came home and read Paddy Galvin all night. |
| 2011-05-09 | No one sneezes their way to victory. |
| 2011-05-08 | This is a film in which everyone dies. |
| 2011-05-07 | YU55 is wrecking my head. |
| 2011-05-06 | She came toward me as if she wanted … |
| 2011-05-05 | She always shows me her innocent legs. |
| 2011-05-04 | Three years without a single cigarette. |
| 2011-05-03 | History makes all my fingers shiny. |
| 2011-05-02 | An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. |
| 2011-05-01 | Arsenal Football Club is having a laugh. |
| 2011-04-30 | The moon, after all, is one that got caught. |
| 2011-04-29 | Daraa al-Balad is now being starved. |
| 2011-04-28 | A kiss like the creation of desire. |
| 2011-04-27 | Syria explodes like a fire-cracker. |
| 2011-04-26 | Your back spasms and philosophy too. |
| 2011-04-25 | Kiss, catastrophe, apocalypse then. |
| 2011-04-24 | Arsenal Football Club has broken my heart. |
| 2011-04-23 | My dad is not getting any younger. |
| 2011-04-22 | Bahrain, Benghazi, Sohar, Amman, fire. |
| 2011-04-21 | Lonely little grubber, out there in space. |
| 2011-04-20 | Do you think it anticipates the kiss? |
| 2011-04-19 | The personal is not political. |
| 2011-04-18 | With all mathematical certainty. |
| 2011-04-17 | Arsenal Football Club has ruined my life. |
| 2011-04-16 | The rock is smoothly gliding towards us. |
| 2011-04-15 | Tokyo Electric PC will pay. |
| 2011-04-14 | The vine-like plant I have no name for spreads. |
| 2011-04-13 | Work like a dog and then come home to bed. |
| 2011-04-12 | Arabian Spring. Fire in the desert. |
| 2011-04-11 | And your monthly event has its effect. |
| 2011-04-10 | I have nothing to say about today. |
| 2011-04-09 | I stubbed my toe and I lost the plotline. |
| 2011-04-08 | Yemen has had nothing to drink for years. |
| 2011-04-07 | The toothache makes me quite illogical. |
| 2011-04-06 | No revolution without casinos. |
| 2011-04-05 | Libya is burning itself in two. |
| 2011-04-04 | No one thinks straight when they’re in pain my dear. |
| 2011-04-03 | With a waist that small you can’t eat pizza! |
| 2011-04-02 | Promethean fire springs out of the earth. |
| 2011-04-01 | I am as confused as America. |
| 2011-03-31 | I cannot keep up with all this fury! |
| 2011-03-30 | To me she has been the perfect partner. |
| 2011-03-29 | For eternal damnation, press seven. |
| 2011-03-28 | Violence inside me, like a snare drum’s chain. |
| 2011-03-27 | David Cameron is happy at war. |
| 2011-03-26 | No one to love, no one to complain to. |
| 2011-03-25 | Don Paterson went away too quickly. |
| 2011-03-24 | Japan exposes the nuclear lie. |
| 2011-03-23 | Angel-face are you looking at that face? |
| 2011-03-22 | Super bloated inflated sky-strung moon. |
| 2011-03-21 | I just want to see it with my own eyes. |
| 2011-03-20 | The comedian with a letter D. |
| 2011-03-19 | Gaddafi is this year’s comedian. |
| 2011-03-18 | History is a broken reactor. |
| 2011-03-17 | The horse has bolted and bucked its rider. |
| 2011-03-16 | Talking Heads. I’m catching up with myself! |
| 2011-03-15 | There’s too much of this and too much of that. |
| 2011-03-14 | Japan has vivid and terrible dreams. |
| 2011-03-13 | There’s nothing to celebrate here but death. |
| 2011-03-12 | Reactors are popping like champagne corks. |
| 2011-03-11 | Water is the hardest thing in the world. |
| 2011-03-10 | She was flat out like a lizard drinking. |
| 2011-03-09 | Gaddaffi is dead they’re just pretending. |
| 2011-03-08 | Football is dead! The referee killed it. |
| 2011-03-07 | Piggy boy has been roasted and eaten! |
| 2011-03-06 | Kenny Dalglish suffers from déjà vu. |
| 2011-03-05 | Corrupt taximen go the longest route. |
| 2011-03-04 | When am I going to win the Lotto? |
| 2011-03-03 | This is pre-political poetry. |
| 2011-03-02 | But I didn’t get very far did I? |
| 2011-03-01 | Young girl cursing her mother as I shop. |
| 2011-02-28 | Gaddafi is one of the four horsemen. |
| 2011-02-27 | I wanted to gag her and tie her down. |
| 2011-02-26 | If I shot my brains out I’d record it! |
| 2011-02-25 | The basis and structure is what happens. |
| 2011-02-24 | And don’t come back again you hag of cunts! |
| 2011-02-23 | In all justice, should we shoot Gaddaffi? |
| 2011-02-22 | You should read Shelley’s Masque of Anarchy! |
| 2011-02-21 | Without freedom nobody is alive. |
| 2011-02-20 | Suddenly this is very, very hard. |
| 2011-02-19 | The Heroes of the day twitter and tweet. |
| 2011-02-18 | Sing the first post-codex revolution! |
| 2011-02-17 | Courage of the insulted and the damned. |
| 2011-02-16 | Her eyes were fierce unforgiving fingers. |
| 2011-02-15 | Visible, alien catastrophe. |
| 2011-02-14 | Did I mention her face was angry fish? |
| 2011-02-13 | The Middle East is the cradle and grave. |
| 2011-02-12 | They’ve started to talk about dominos. |
| 2011-02-11 | Angel-face transfigured into action. |
| 2011-02-10 | Nowhere. Nobodaddy. Demogorgon. |
| 2011-02-09 | The monolingual certainty of fate. |
| 2011-02-08 | Toppled masonry outside my front door. |
| 2011-02-07 | The Shahs and Dictators on their prayer mats. |
| 2011-02-06 | Lacanian gaze of the desired man. |
| 2011-02-05 | The noise that came out of her lungs was cruel. |
| 2011-02-04 | She encourages me to climb and jump. |
| 2011-02-03 | I hear her far off within my moon-dream. |
| 2011-02-02 | She broke my spine and then asked me to tea. |
| 2011-02-01 | I’m living a life I do not wish to! |
| 2011-01-31 | She had a voice that could shatter stonework. |
| 2011-01-30 | I woke up today and I could not see. |
| 2011-01-29 | I noticed her in the Coffee Station. |
| 2011-01-28 | She had a voice like an evil sea-bird. |
| 2011-01-27 | The road makes the motorist a fascist. |
| 2011-01-26 | When will salvation reach into my soul? |
| 2011-01-25 | The fish we ate was neither boned nor cured. |
| 2011-01-24 | When the dishwasher stops there is silence. |
| 2011-01-23 | The Greens will have to choose another shade. |
| 2011-01-22 | Biffo has fucked off and left us empty. |
| 2011-01-21 | Cut their heads off and feed them to the wolves! |
| 2011-01-20 | Tunis is pushing at a ruined wall. |
| 2011-01-19 | We’re splintered into shards of broken glass. |
| 2011-01-18 | Someone’s dog has had a very bad day! |
| 2011-01-17 | We’ll make this the year of the broken horse. |
| 2011-01-16 | Dry your eyes, straighten your trousers, and sing! |
| 2011-01-15 | Gulls on Patrick Street eating broken glass. |
| 2011-01-14 | But there’s nothing more sure than the return. |
| 2011-01-13 | We’ll make this the year of piggie go home! |
| 2011-01-12 | There are holes in the very best of days. |
| 2011-01-11 | The rain carved open a hole in my shoe. |
| 2011-01-10 | I’m trying to resist repetition. |
| 2011-01-09 | We’ll make this the year of new arrivals. |
| 2011-01-08 | We’ll make this the year of do not call us. |
| 2011-01-07 | We’ll make this year the year we dry our eyes. |
| 2011-01-06 | We’ll make this year the year of the scapegoat. |
| 2011-01-05 | We will make this the year of penitence. |
| 2011-01-04 | We will make this the year of long goodbyes. |
| 2011-01-03 | We’ll make this the year of get them all out! |
| 2011-01-02 | We’ll make this the year of revolving doors. |
| 2011-01-01 | Logo-theo-phallogocentricism date! |
| 2010-12-31 | On my own the world becomes very large. |
| 2010-12-30 | Thanks for the history lesson, taxi man! |
| 2010-12-29 | The ashes are safe and sound in our hands. |
| 2010-12-28 | Running on the spot is a fine excuse. |
| 2010-12-27 | My eyes sunk beneath multifocal glass. |
| 2010-12-26 | I’ve not read the books I wanted to read. |
| 2010-12-25 | Firearms, when used, often cause injuries. |
| 2010-12-24 | The soft bed of dreams slowly gathers you. |
| 2010-12-23 | Jumping in front of trains is dangerous. |
| 2010-12-22 | Who could have anticipated all this? |
| 2010-12-21 | Somebody somewhere has shaken the globe. |
| 2010-12-20 | This is a public safety announcement. |
| 2010-12-19 | The sun is refusing to melt the snow. |
| 2010-12-18 | I am so full of tears compared to them. |
| 2010-12-17 | Tolle lege, tolle lege, docteur! |
| 2010-12-16 | My mother and my father watch tv. |
| 2010-12-15 | People in Stratford are covered in dust. |
| 2010-12-14 | A bed in Lambeth, a Bedlam lamb bed. |
| 2010-12-13 | Idiot Tories have unleashed the beast. |
| 2010-12-12 | The Holocaust is in a museum. |
| 2010-12-11 | A Royal can’t clap about civil rights. |
| 2010-12-10 | Liu Xiaobo’s empty chair is a disgrace. |
| 2010-12-09 | Oh the sweet irony, off with their heads! |
| 2010-12-08 | Mr Lenihan, where are your credits? |
| 2010-12-07 | Everyone thinks I’m an apparition. |
| 2010-12-06 | The house is old with rumour and complaint. |
| 2010-12-05 | It’s a disaster! My pipes have all burst! |
| 2010-12-04 | The edge of the carpet has tripped me up. |
| 2010-12-03 | A golden spray of suicidal piss. |
| 2010-12-02 | Settled snow on London streets, a postcard. |
| 2010-12-01 | The ‘mainland’ has become dysfunctional. |
| 2010-11-30 | When we get to heaven what will we do? |
| 2010-11-29 | For fifty pounds more get a child-free plane. |
| 2010-11-28 | Vesuvius just waiting to wake up. |
| 2010-11-27 | I fumbled all my lines in Napoli. |
| 2010-11-26 | Service Class with the Scotsman, decadence! |
| 2010-11-25 | Like children tell lies, and fat men drink beer. |
| 2010-11-24 | Government addicts, post-obit bonds. Ruin! |
| 2010-11-23 | For soverignty they want to keep us poor. |
| 2010-11-22 | Remark on the lack of metaphysics. |
| 2010-11-21 | Biffo, Ireland’s truest metonymy. |
| 2010-11-20 | Morbidly obese, Biffo dreams of pie. |
| 2010-11-19 | Biffo is shameless, but not without pride. |
| 2010-11-18 | The one thing Biffo needs is not on sale. |
| 2010-11-17 | Biffo hasn’t felt comfortable for years. |
| 2010-11-16 | Biffo is lying through his chavvy teeth. |
| 2010-11-15 | Biffo says we have money till Thursday. |
| 2010-11-14 | Aung San Suu Kyi steps into the dreamhouse. |
| 2010-11-13 | Buy your son a coat and feed him whiskey. |
| 2010-11-12 | That’s it! I’ve got it now! Mal bully Bush! |
| 2010-11-11 | When the Judgement comes teach your heart to fib. |
| 2010-11-10 | The Euston Flyer is not in Euston. |
| 2010-11-09 | The British Library is awash with flame. |
| 2010-11-08 | To blow someone up get the right address. |
| 2010-11-07 | Localisation of the wet excuse. |
| 2010-11-06 | Somebody sell him some tissue paper. |
| 2010-11-05 | Nationalisation of the hairy tongue. |
| 2010-11-04 | Obama’s got himself a bloody nose. |
| 2010-11-03 | Globalisation of the plastic frog. |
| 2010-11-02 | A species that likes to blow itself up. |
| 2010-11-01 | Billions are this year’s twenty pound notes. |
| 2010-10-31 | The best thing that I did was to love you. |
| 2010-10-30 | I’m as young as I am going to be. |
| 2010-10-29 | Swing it what way you like, you’re a liar! |
| 2010-10-28 | I am the resurrection and the shite. |
| 2010-10-27 | Termites will nibble me into the grave. |
| 2010-10-26 | I am going to fall out of a plane. |
| 2010-10-25 | Lightning will discover me in the end. |
| 2010-10-24 | I’m going to be run down by a car. |
| 2010-10-23 | How many books did you speed read today? |
| 2010-10-22 | Shove them in the dirt, they will learn to swim. |
| 2010-10-21 | As evil as me but with no backbone. |
| 2010-10-20 | Shoot them between the eyes then forgive them. |
| 2010-10-19 | Airports are the new famine terminals. |
| 2010-10-18 | My belly has become my enemy. |
| 2010-10-17 | If your phone’s not ringing you’re a vampire. |
| 2010-10-16 | This is not the time to become stupid! |
| 2010-10-15 | Books on the bookshelf having a bundle. |
| 2010-10-14 | Nothing that is not there and the nothing… |
| 2010-10-13 | John, I always forget to email you. |
| 2010-10-12 | The clamour of resentment is ugly. |
| 2010-10-11 | The green pleasant land of anxiety. |
| 2010-10-10 | A floored drunkard, waiting for the next kick. |
| 2010-10-09 | All letters are the production of love. |
| 2010-10-08 | Calendar girls struggle over Putin. |
| 2010-10-07 | Outside the bank, soldiers with machine guns. |
| 2010-10-06 | They have brought me back my lost love letters. |
| 2010-10-05 | I’m listening to rain and ghost gossip. |
| 2010-10-04 | anything more than an accurate watch. |
| 2010-10-03 | Desire is no basis on which to build |
| 2010-10-02 | This is the epoch of anxiety. |
| 2010-10-01 | Do First Class Passengers get there quicker? |
| 2010-09-30 | The Victorians knew much about teeth. |
| 2010-09-29 | Black geese are known for being fiercely dark. |
| 2010-09-28 | On the deep, always swagging on the deep. |
| 2010-09-27 | One more push and I’ll be invisible! |
| 2010-09-26 | Every object is as hard as her heart. |
| 2010-09-25 | Rogue traders, bond dealers, marionettes. |
| 2010-09-24 | Episode Thirteen contains all the sex. |
| 2010-09-23 | Why foxes not whales or blue-fin tuna? |
| 2010-09-22 | If I were a snake I’d suffocate you! |
| 2010-09-21 | Ahmadinejad in the U.N. loo. |
| 2010-09-20 | So much work in order to disappear. |
| 2010-09-19 | One hand is on her breast, and one under… |
| 2010-09-18 | Old Man! You cannot look at her that way! |
| 2010-09-17 | I wish I’d bought myself a pack of cards. |
| 2010-09-16 | We’ve stopped the oil by killing all the fish. |
| 2010-09-15 | The dark clouds of coherency swagging. |
| 2010-09-14 | Is this now, therefore, a new beginning? |
| 2010-09-13 | It was the Mulberry Bush as prison song! |
| 2010-09-12 | How many candidates for Piggie-boy? |
| 2010-09-11 | I do believe we will see the Last Days. |
| 2010-09-10 | The climate’s been changing since time began. |
| 2010-09-09 | We’re splitting the Anglo-Irish in two. |
| 2010-09-08 | This week’s most popular show is Mad Men. |
| 2010-09-07 | Cash nexus, punctus simplex, my arsehole! |
| 2010-09-06 | The fucking FTSe is feeling frisky. |
| 2010-09-05 | Mud came and washed away the innocents. |
| 2010-09-04 | The earthquake dislikes commercial districts. |
| 2010-09-03 | No news today, the future’s gone away. |
| 2010-09-02 | Whatever Miliband will fit the suit. |
| 2010-09-01 | Iraq is safe, we’re glad that it’s over. |
| 2010-08-31 | How long will we have to spend underground? |
| 2010-08-30 | Mr Blair looks like his swallowed something. |
| 2010-08-29 | A frozen zoo in an african plane. |
| 2010-08-28 | I am looking for a constant blogger. |
| 2010-08-27 | Richard Dawkins has a very big tie. |
| 2010-08-26 | I am writing this as a Last Man text. |
| 2010-08-25 | There are unused icons on your desktop. |
| 2010-08-24 | The truth is, power makes you powerful. |
| 2010-08-23 | She is safe inside the culture machine. |
| 2010-08-22 | I live in hope of you remembering. |
| 2010-08-21 | The sun is getting brighter every day. |
| 2010-08-20 | My bones are cracked, my teeth have lost their shine. |
| 2010-08-19 | And the eloquence of things left unsaid. |
| 2010-08-18 | Beyond points, beyond all calculation. |
| 2010-08-17 | All day in a cauldron of graphic sex. |
| 2010-08-16 | My stomach has returned to chalk and dust. |
| 2010-08-15 | I haven’t written a poem for months. |
| 2010-08-14 | I am teaching myself to dance again. |
| 2010-08-13 | Maybe we can learn to be gentile. |
| 2010-08-12 | She spoke like a schoolgirl who's good at maths. |
| 2010-08-11 | The little prick wants me to forgive him. |
| 2010-08-10 | My body is screaming in slow motion. |
| 2010-08-09 | Feed up your victim before you kill her. |
| 2010-08-08 | China will be a change from religion. |
| 2010-08-07 | My father looks like my brother and me. |
| 2010-08-06 | My little angel married a squaddie. |
| 2010-08-05 | They are there with tea and Branston Pickle. |
| 2010-08-04 | There is no way back from the habitual. |
| 2010-08-03 | This is a hollow cave of memory. |
| 2010-08-02 | Fianna Fáil should have gone to Spec Savers. |
| 2010-08-01 | Fianna Fáil is a junket and a joke. |
| 2010-07-31 | Fianna Fáil is a tumor in your lungs. |
| 2010-07-30 | Fianna Fáil is your arse expelling blood. |
| 2010-07-29 | Fianna Fáil is a fart in a vacuum. |
| 2010-07-28 | Fianna Fáil is a paedophile’s wet dream. |
| 2010-07-27 | Fianna Fáil is a large Pantomine Horse. |
| 2010-07-26 | It might not be a prison-song at all. |
| 2010-07-25 | I recall the house in Ecclefechan. |
| 2010-07-24 | I remember the brown stained sodden moors. |
| 2010-07-23 | There is a crime scene around the corner. |
| 2010-07-22 | Good advice, go and put a cap on it! |
| 2010-07-21 | Lit. Crit. and without the criticism. |
| 2010-07-20 | I will not write for children anymore. |
| 2010-07-19 | Rubbish is just sand and grey pebbledash. |
| 2010-07-18 | He has become his own auto-icon. |
| 2010-07-17 | How many memory technologies? |
| 2010-07-16 | Till we have built Jerusalem, somewhere. |
| 2010-07-15 | How many wars can you safely ignore. |
| 2010-07-14 | We still make volunteers to be shot at. |
| 2010-07-13 | My lovely niece is to be military. |
| 2010-07-12 | Talcum Powder poison on the carpet. |
| 2010-07-11 | The shifter is the active agent here. |
| 2010-07-10 | I do not understand her purple hair. |
| 2010-07-09 | I do not understand her brevity. |
| 2010-07-08 | Sick in the stomach because of no food. |
| 2010-07-07 | This will become like my Fanny Burney. |
| 2010-07-06 | No one will admit they voted them in. |
| 2010-07-05 | Fianna Fáil will win the next election. |
| 2010-07-04 | Fianna Fáil is our excuse and our shame. |
| 2010-07-03 | Fianna Fáil is the itch you cannot scratch. |
| 2010-07-02 | Fianna Fáil is the priest with long fingers. |
| 2010-07-01 | Fianna Fáil is the bullet in the head. |
| 2010-06-30 | Fianna Fáil is the scream down the alley. |
| 2010-06-29 | Fianna Fáil hides its heart behind its name. |
| 2010-06-28 | Fianna Fáil don’t care if we all collapse. |
| 2010-06-27 | Fianna Fáil is the enemy within. |
| 2010-06-26 | Fianna Fáil is dogging in the bushes. |
| 2010-06-25 | Fianna Fáil is an egg on your physiog. |
| 2010-06-24 | Fianna Fáil is ruining your children. |
| 2010-06-23 | Fianna Fáil is a shame we cannot hide. |
| 2010-06-22 | Fianna Fáil is everybody’s nightmare. |
| 2010-06-21 | Fianna Fáil does not come out of the mist. |
| 2010-06-20 | Fianna Fáil is an ideas free region. |
| 2010-06-19 | Fianna Fáil is not paying any tax. |
| 2010-06-18 | Fianna Fáil is dodging by-elections. |
| 2010-06-17 | Fianna Fáil is a cancer they can’t cut. |
| 2010-06-16 | Fianna Fáil is still with us, amazing! |
| 2010-06-15 | Fianna Fáil is an Iranian spy. |
| 2010-06-14 | Fianna Fáil is a Communist stitch up. |
| 2010-06-13 | James Orchard Halliwell was mistaken. |
| 2010-06-12 | Folk Song Number is seven eight eight two. |
| 2010-06-11 | Paint the house white and an off-shade of brown. |
| 2010-06-10 | The United Kingdom’s not united. |
| 2010-06-09 | The poisoned teat of power has been sucked. |
| 2010-06-08 | Who to blame now, the priests or the English? |
| 2010-06-07 | Number 52 is younger than you. |
| 2010-06-06 | A drunk falling over himself again. |
| 2010-06-05 | Always in want of the other woman. |
| 2010-06-04 | We’ll talk when the world’s stopped spinning so fast. |
| 2010-06-03 | The fat man cannot squeeze through the window. |
| 2010-06-02 | Homosocial man in a Gucci shirt. |
| 2010-06-01 | Israeli waters have just got bigger. |
| 2010-05-31 | Ironic apocalyptic venom. |
| 2010-05-30 | A thin veil of sludge will cover us all. |
| 2010-05-29 | That’s a very Eurocentric format. |
| 2010-05-28 | Edgar Allan Poe, Henry James, Kafka. |
| 2010-05-27 | Most mornings I sneak back into the real. |
| 2010-05-26 | Sunshine seeping through the cracks in your face. |
| 2010-05-25 | People should visit me, I’m a ruin. |
| 2010-05-24 | His face was a beetroot ready to slice. |
| 2010-05-23 | Tell me what would change if they pulled the plug? |
| 2010-05-22 | Dionysus has recaptured my soul. |
| 2010-05-21 | I am being eaten alive by you! |
| 2010-05-20 | Violence in dreams makes you provocative. |
| 2010-05-19 | Batons and bullets are winning Bangkok. |
| 2010-05-18 | Did you hear the one about the Scotsman? |
| 2010-05-17 | Il Presidenti is bored with himself. |
| 2010-05-16 | We have painted the kitchen with our tongues. |
| 2010-05-15 | My husband has forgotten he exists. |
| 2010-05-14 | Clean them up and throw them back in the soup. |
| 2010-05-13 | Philip Glass, modernity, tv ad. |
| 2010-05-12 | HSC, a very bad Irish joke. |
| 2010-05-11 | Military monks on the news, seasonal. |
| 2010-05-10 | Fruit in the kitchen turns mortuary grey. |
| 2010-05-09 | Chickens and guns, evangelical oil. |
| 2010-05-08 | Cork is a pond, Kerry is a race-track. |
| 2010-05-07 | I know you can see madness in my eyes. |
| 2010-05-06 | Education is like public slaughter. |
| 2010-05-05 | Someone beat me up when I was asleep. |
| 2010-05-04 | Set it alight, let it blaze like the moon. |
| 2010-05-03 | Ireland’s so sick it can’t get out of bed! |
| 2010-05-02 | I’m a philosopher in a castle! |
| 2010-05-01 | The Gulf of Mexico has turned orange. |
| 2010-04-30 | Our broken hearts beat in syncopation. |
| 2010-04-29 | stay with me tonight! Don’t leave me for them! |
| 2010-04-28 | I keep wishing Brecht was here to see it … |
| 2010-04-27 | I wrote a book mourning all their futures. |
| 2010-04-26 | Loneliness of the long distance poet. |
| 2010-04-25 | We are simply adding to the slag heap. |
| 2010-04-24 | Memory seems to be leaving us now. |
| 2010-04-23 | David Bowie has given up, I fear. |
| 2010-04-22 | The phantasmagoric trope of Justice. |
| 2010-04-21 | All our children will now have to leave us. |
| 2010-04-20 | If you tackle Messi he’s not so good. |
| 2010-04-19 | Sometimes ruination gets in your head. |
| 2010-04-18 | Stuck under a cloud of icy daggers. |
| 2010-04-17 | I woke up and remembered angel-face. |
| 2010-04-16 | Red sky at night, shepherd’s insurance claim. |
| 2010-04-15 | Volcanic inferno keeps me from hell. |
| 2010-04-14 | The pigeons shit like crazy around here. |
| 2010-04-13 | You get your heart broken every season. |
| 2010-04-12 | The earth has jolted us back into life. |
| 2010-04-11 | Capitalism? Not on our telly! |
| 2010-04-10 | Let’s have a thin one instead of fatties. |
| 2010-04-09 | We just might have found a home for Harold. |
| 2010-04-08 | Load every fucking riff with fucking ore! |
| 2010-04-07 | made to say a green, snot-heavy sorry. |
| 2010-04-06 | brought down to its Babylonian knees |
| 2010-04-05 | The most top-loaded of institutions |
| 2010-04-04 | As if Fascist hierarchy could level. |
| 2010-04-03 | As if the Pope was not infallible. |
| 2010-04-02 | Fr O’Connor, category mistake. |
| 2010-04-01 | Excitement then memory, April’s Fool. |
| 2010-03-31 | No sun for Lawrence, just pigs on the beach. |
| 2010-03-30 | Bill Shakespeare as part of that prison shrub. |
| 2010-03-29 | Freud’s Looney Tunes were anti-Semitic. |
| 2010-03-28 | Another half hour and the banks are breached. |
| 2010-03-27 | Without any disrespect to monkeys. |
| 2010-03-26 | As if those who deal in shit were not shite. |
| 2010-03-25 | I am putting Hell back into the earth. |
| 2010-03-24 | You live as if monkeys could question you. |
| 2010-03-23 | Sheol, the ground into which you will go. |
| 2010-03-22 | Gehenna that Biblical landfill site. |
| 2010-03-21 | Jerusalem’s southside, fire and brimstone. |
| 2010-03-20 | Underneath the skirts of Rome, stinking death. |
| 2010-03-19 | As if our greatest poet was in heat. |
| 2010-03-18 | This might all sound a bit unhinged to you. |
| 2010-03-17 | Dogs and us have long been working it out. |
| 2010-03-16 | Camels evolved a second hump for us. |
| 2010-03-15 | Today is monumental, granite, hard. |
| 2010-03-14 | Dogs don’t care if you look at them pissing. |
| 2010-03-13 | At the top of the mountain you look down. |
| 2010-03-12 | People know me, ricetti, refugee. |
| 2010-03-11 | All of this is groundless, all of it air. |
| 2010-03-10 | The passage of time reconfigures me. |
| 2010-03-09 | A caterpillar fell into my hair. |
| 2010-03-08 | Spiders make their webs nearest to danger. |
| 2010-03-07 | I have an awful pain in my mother. |
| 2010-03-06 | Will I give you all a big cheesy smile? |
| 2010-03-05 | My teeth are the teeth the Devil might have. |
| 2010-03-04 | The passage of time begins to amaze. |
| 2010-03-03 | Capitalism is our rainy day. |
| 2010-03-02 | Ireland’s a nightmare I’ve tried to escape. |
| 2010-03-01 | Everyone’s smiling with their teeth again. |
| 2010-02-28 | Poetry does not call to a reader. |
| 2010-02-27 | Her ankles are the shape of angel’s wings. |
| 2010-02-26 | Are these lines in any sense readable? |
| 2010-02-25 | Maybe four years on, sometime around now. |
| 2010-02-24 | Buy us a meal and then fuck the hell off! |
| 2010-02-23 | To me her knees are newly minted coins. |
| 2010-02-22 | This is the way my new poverty goes. |
| 2010-02-21 | Her lips are like gold buried in the moon. |
| 2010-02-20 | I am a coward when it comes to fear. |
| 2010-02-19 | Because I love life I am a squatter. |
| 2010-02-18 | He drew his resolution on a board. |
| 2010-02-17 | The men are mad, the women are crazy. |
| 2010-02-16 | Her mouth looks like a win in extra time. |
| 2010-02-15 | Her skin feels like the summer holidays. |
| 2010-02-14 | The flood plains have disappeared into soil. |
| 2010-02-13 | The colour blue interacts with her eyes. |
| 2010-02-12 | Helmand Province, beyond resolution. |
| 2010-02-11 | This is not an inhabitable rock. |
| 2010-02-10 | In its breathing the earth puffs and spits us. |
| 2010-02-09 | Someone put a crack into Africa. |
| 2010-02-08 | Fine Gael displays our devastation. |
| 2010-02-07 | My days are now full of vampire faces. |
| 2010-02-06 | I will invent her and write my poems. |
| 2010-02-05 | Farewell father, I learnt to love you well. |
| 2010-02-04 | Farewell boys, there’s no fun left in running. |
| 2010-02-03 | Farewell corrupted and spiteful captain. |
| 2010-02-02 | Farewell my sweet sister of winter sex. |
| 2010-02-01 | Farewell my brother of eternal pain. |
| 2010-01-31 | Farewell my monster of lamentations. |
| 2010-01-30 | Religion is cruelty to our children. |
| 2010-01-29 | Empty car park Friday melancholy. |
| 2010-01-28 | Obama, the joke of a cartoon god. |
| 2010-01-27 | Hegel was blinded by something shiny. |
| 2010-01-26 | I wonder whether pimps dress up as pimps? |
| 2010-01-25 | Racer-boys searching for death to cure them. |
| 2010-01-24 | Pyramid boy doesn’t remember you. |
| 2010-01-23 | Associate the word with your mother. |
| 2010-01-22 | Get back to the year, the day, the event. |
| 2010-01-21 | The hole I cannot fill will bring me peace. |
| 2010-01-20 | The hole in my head will become a fire. |
| 2010-01-19 | The hole in my shoe has given me hope. |
| 2010-01-18 | Today I lost my nerve and stayed in bed. |
| 2010-01-17 | I find it impossible to keep up. |
| 2010-01-16 | My first real leper moment of the year. |
| 2010-01-15 | See yourself in bed before you get in. |
| 2010-01-14 | Everyone I know thinks in building blocks. |
| 2010-01-13 | He would say Aristotle and the deed. |
| 2010-01-12 | This is still the epoch of the mass grave. |
| 2010-01-11 | Piggy-boy would just tumble if he slipped. |
| 2010-01-10 | The snow settles on Michael Collins’ face. |
| 2010-01-09 | Photography, icy transformations. |
| 2010-01-08 | In a world of white the prophets go blind. |
| 2010-01-07 | The present, the future, entombed in ice. |
| 2010-01-06 | Ice, as at the end of America. |
| 2010-01-05 | Picturesque death-camp, carpet of hawfrost. |
| 2010-01-04 | My teeth grow tired of the sharp sting of ice. |
| 2010-01-03 | Discarded condom, cold Sunday morning. |
| 2010-01-02 | The smell of toast in the hospital ward. |
| 2010-01-01 | New Year’s children will stuff themselves with drugs. |
| 2009-12-31 | That prison-song left me unsupported. |
| 2009-12-30 | Angel-face has been stolen from our dreams. |
| 2009-12-29 | Aliens came and spirited him away. |
| 2009-12-28 | The political horse has lost a shoe. |
| 2009-12-27 | Madness is the child of solipsism. |
| 2009-12-26 | Everyone has forgotten I’m alive. |
| 2009-12-25 | I gave him fish, wine and a wooden book. |
| 2009-12-24 | Back in the big house of ruination. |
| 2009-12-23 | At forty-six you give it back broken. |
| 2009-12-22 | Tolstoy did not own a map of the world. |
| 2009-12-21 | Blue-black spot inside the back of her neck. |
| 2009-12-20 | Because I love you I will die again. |
| 2009-12-19 | Blinking uncomprehending eyes in rows. |
| 2009-12-18 | Godwin was someone who saw the system. |
| 2009-12-17 | Oliver Reed was no hero of mine. |
| 2009-12-16 | Ambiguity is the end of me. |
| 2009-12-15 | I am a fan of people who help me. |
| 2009-12-14 | Hatred inside the fillings in his teeth. |
| 2009-12-13 | They’d kill you dead for the price of a pint. |
| 2009-12-12 | There are women here who need some solace. |
| 2009-12-11 | If you nick her gin she’ll not forgive you. |
| 2009-12-10 | Things fall apart, the bankers cannot hold. |
| 2009-12-09 | And if you dare move I’ll shoot you again! |
| 2009-12-08 | I love little differences, like ware. |
| 2009-12-07 | The contempt I have for him is his gift. |
| 2009-12-06 | What’s the use of a book in a blackout? |
| 2009-12-05 | What’s the use of your art when we’re sleeping? |
| 2009-12-04 | What’s the use of sunglasses in the fog? |
| 2009-12-03 | What’s the use of a drink when it’s raining? |
| 2009-12-02 | The bombing of playgrounds was sufficient. |
| 2009-12-01 | This time last year I gave up all my hopes. |
| 2009-11-30 | The English don’t know the Irish are sick. |
| 2009-11-29 | Dante would have struggled to invent this. |
| 2009-11-28 | You come to her and then you spit on her. |
| 2009-11-27 | I could get used to being scholastic. |
| 2009-11-26 | High Table and a prick philosopher. |
| 2009-11-25 | Reading and writing are good for you folks! |
| 2009-11-24 | Heathrow is like a film no one watches. |
| 2009-11-23 | Already they’re fighting over the flood. |
| 2009-11-22 | The river Lee vomited up its bile. |
| 2009-11-21 | You’d be the city drinking that water. |
| 2009-11-20 | Being trapped with you would be my ideal. |
| 2009-11-19 | The deluge came and found us all wanting. |
| 2009-11-18 | Where the sun has been and the moon now is. |
| 2009-11-17 | I am a friend of St George’s Channel. |
| 2009-11-16 | No one loves a nosy little fucker. |
| 2009-11-15 | The prodigy has been fiddling the books. |
| 2009-11-14 | There’s something staring you straight in the mouth. |
| 2009-11-13 | O baby, don’t be sad, give me your face. |
| 2009-11-12 | The big houses didn’t have telephones. |
| 2009-11-11 | If I knew the future’s number I’d ring. |
| 2009-11-10 | Ash Bank has considerable interest. |
| 2009-11-09 | The money is gone and the heart grows cold. |
| 2009-11-08 | You inherit the earth at forty-five. |
| 2009-11-07 | The window’s closed, I cannot remember. |
| 2009-11-06 | A generation of bitter regret. |
| 2009-11-05 | He eyed up the panel then went to work. |
| 2009-11-04 | Someone should tell him Spenser was a cunt. |
| 2009-11-03 | Do I dare choose the genre of suspense? |
| 2009-11-02 | You won’t have to poke him to get a squeal. |
| 2009-11-01 | The river Lee is a sad hysteric. |
| 2009-10-31 | The Bank of Ireland has sold us a pup. |
| 2009-10-30 | Everybody knew, but nobody thought. |
| 2009-10-29 | What to say to Dr Dreckology? |
| 2009-10-28 | Aren’t you in danger of preserving shit. |
| 2009-10-27 | Does piggy-boy know you know what you know? |
| 2009-10-26 | Close the blinds, bolt the door, unplug the set. |
| 2009-10-25 | The lakes and the beaches, strangely unreal. |
| 2009-10-24 | Kerry was further away than it looked. |
| 2009-10-23 | I am a grown-up with an accountant! |
| 2009-10-22 | Diggle still had a wiggle, Pete looked beat. |
| 2009-10-21 | Like bits of yesterday’s newspaper print. |
| 2009-10-20 | The gods have lost interest and chocolate melts. |
| 2009-10-19 | Boxer dog comes out like an old slogger. |
| 2009-10-18 | This time last year was a serial rant. |
| 2009-10-17 | Little drunk fucker snogging his girlfriend. |
| 2009-10-16 | They can rob me of everything save that. |
| 2009-10-15 | Nietzsche, students, and a return to form. |
| 2009-10-14 | but the Bank of Ireland left him alone. |
| 2009-10-13 | My father knew some trouble in his time, |
| 2009-10-12 | Policemen are designed to look the same. |
| 2009-10-11 | Ah, now, they wouldn’t be as bad as that! |
| 2009-10-10 | The Bank of Ireland requires us to bleed. |
| 2009-10-09 | The Bank of Ireland has all the lifebelts. |
| 2009-10-08 | and spits at you as if you were unclean. |
| 2009-10-07 | The Bank of Ireland understands your pain |
| 2009-10-06 | The Bank of Ireland has no solution. |
| 2009-10-05 | The Bank of Ireland will watch us all starve. |
| 2009-10-04 | For emphasis point at them as you laugh. |
| 2009-10-03 | Have you got a minute? Are you free now? |
| 2009-10-02 | Those hilarious questions about time, |
| 2009-10-01 | A million bottles smashing in mid-air. |
| 2009-09-30 | I will absorb anything memorable. |
| 2009-09-29 | Pessimism, refuge of wounded hopes. |
| 2009-09-28 | of some gleaming, polished, completed text. |
| 2009-09-27 | and poetry falls out of my pursuit |
| 2009-09-26 | I suddenly find I am days behind |
| 2009-09-25 | Every time I go to print this all out |
| 2009-09-24 | Crisis has robbed me of all poetry. |
| 2009-09-23 | I am resting on the vernacular. |
| 2009-09-22 | Telephone interviews, no one is clear. |
| 2009-09-21 | They transform me into a teenager. |
| 2009-09-20 | Imagine his red cheek after a slap. |
| 2009-09-19 | This house worships a spirit-level god. |
| 2009-09-18 | Back to not quite being all on my own. |
| 2009-09-17 | I murdered one plant behind the curtain. |
| 2009-09-16 | Everything around me is functional. |
| 2009-09-15 | I miss the little details in smoking. |
| 2009-09-14 | Nobody knows I’m an exile again. |
| 2009-09-13 | Enigmatic possessions of this man. |
| 2009-09-12 | There is a very shy ghost in this house. |
| 2009-09-11 | and it does seem like back to the future. |
| 2009-09-10 | The river Lee is on the verge of tears, |
| 2009-09-09 | I know why I dreamt of Michael J. Fox. |
| 2009-09-08 | If it could stay like this I’d be happy. |
| 2009-09-07 | I’m wearing someone else’s shirt and tie. |
| 2009-09-06 | The Elysian seemed to strike a note. |
| 2009-09-05 | I would imagine I will fall down soon. |
| 2009-09-04 | The seafood pie contained a nasty bite. |
| 2009-09-03 | I must not let any of the plants die. |
| 2009-09-02 | This place has no teaspoons and no iron. |
| 2009-09-01 | I need to return to smaller details. |
| 2009-08-31 | Every time I go away hell breaks lose. |
| 2009-08-30 | Momentary panic, calcio fans. |
| 2009-08-29 | Exile is over, I have served my time. |
| 2009-08-28 | Will I ever sit by the lake again? |
| 2009-08-27 | Not a good way of forgiving bankers. |
| 2009-08-26 | The most irritating fucker alive! |
| 2009-08-25 | Nobody is looking at my left hand. |
| 2009-08-24 | The idea of limbo was born like this. |
| 2009-08-23 | Remember, it’s an absolute god-send. |
| 2009-08-22 | What is after Derrida? Your own mind? |
| 2009-08-21 | Not a new chapter, more like a new book. |
| 2009-08-20 | Cycling around weeping into the lake. |
| 2009-08-19 | Nothing will ever be the same again. |
| 2009-08-18 | Fa bello means I do not have to write. |
| 2009-08-17 | Italian cena would make you sink! |
| 2009-08-16 | Cycle round the lake. Molto facile! |
| 2009-08-15 | I used the "r" word and all hell broke loose. |
| 2009-08-14 | Is that a mobile I see before me? |
| 2009-08-13 | After Geoffrey of Bromsgrove, should I quit? |
| 2009-08-12 | Kids hyperventilate, I try to write. |
| 2009-08-11 | Rapalarno, Volcanic, bolente! |
| 2009-08-10 | She’s got a face like an ugly boxer. |
| 2009-08-09 | La bolla Africana? Not this year! |
| 2009-08-08 | and Hannibal got eaten by this place. |
| 2009-08-07 | Flaminius lost, the Romans triumphed |
| 2009-08-06 | We have come to the end of the circle. |
| 2009-08-05 | There’s that little spot I’ve had since childhood. |
| 2009-08-04 | I brought no novels with me but my own. |
| 2009-08-03 | Fierce discord at the heart of union. |
| 2009-08-02 | Or the tremors of deep paranoia. |
| 2009-08-01 | I did not anticipate narrative. |
| 2009-07-31 | Everything’s the same, everything’s different. |
| 2009-07-30 | Lago. Casetta. Everything bella. |
| 2009-07-29 | The here we are back in Italia. |
| 2009-07-28 | The here we are back at home and it hurts. |
| 2009-07-27 | The here we are back at work and it hurts. |
| 2009-07-26 | The ironic baby-set prison dance. |
| 2009-07-25 | I come back to angel-face and the round. |
| 2009-07-24 | All the excess was in my female left. |
| 2009-07-23 | What to do with my atomic knowledge? |
| 2009-07-22 | so if you want twelve from me we’re both screwed. |
| 2009-07-21 | I only have eight pints of blood in me, |
| 2009-07-20 | I am scum of the earth and I’m top dog. |
| 2009-07-19 | Banana Republic has now turned black. |
| 2009-07-18 | My office, a paper-mite safe haven. |
| 2009-07-17 | I have given up tobacco and wheat. |
| 2009-07-16 | London opens up like an abattoir. |
| 2009-07-15 | There was a hut at the back of the pub. |
| 2009-07-14 | Oxford proves that fella’ to be a fraud. |
| 2009-07-13 | The move to Oxford, inspirational. |
| 2009-07-12 | Buried together, William, Catherine. |
| 2009-07-11 | The British Library is over the road. |
| 2009-07-10 | Tomorrow I’ll be somewhere different. |
| 2009-07-09 | Do you know the way to San José? No! |
| 2009-07-08 | you scratch my back and I’ll scratch my own back. |
| 2009-07-07 | anger at irresponsibility, |
| 2009-07-06 | students as consumers, constipation, |
| 2009-07-05 | Shit-for-brains American tv, tax, |
| 2009-07-04 | Anger about dishwashers, hairdryers, |
| 2009-07-03 | Nothing in Iran now but politics. |
| 2009-07-02 | RTE is covering for Biffo! |
| 2009-07-01 | I seem to be gaining authority. |
| 2009-06-30 | The way she crossed her legs showed she was pleased. |
| 2009-06-29 | I am beginning to lose my temper. |
| 2009-06-28 | If I was Damon I would be happy. |
| 2009-06-27 | The Spanish dancers were smaller this time. |
| 2009-06-26 | Academic Council, the paint’s still dry. |
| 2009-06-25 | Cross-referencing, Tony Blair, Fabregas. |
| 2009-06-24 | Eventually an intricate system. |
| 2009-06-23 | Addition of temporary starlight. |
| 2009-06-22 | Neda Soltani, you have died for us. |
| 2009-06-21 | Hades, Tarturus, Erebus, the Pits! |
| 2009-06-20 | I want to be under a mountain range. |
| 2009-06-19 | You just have to remember to edit. |
| 2009-06-18 | You are helpless to help and hopeless too. |
| 2009-06-17 | Bullets and truncheons do not speak Persian. |
| 2009-06-16 | You are going to have to drop your pants. |
| 2009-06-15 | Ulysses should have got people talking. |
| 2009-06-14 | I think I may have discovered your knees. |
| 2009-06-13 | Piggy-boy doesn’t know how to behave. |
| 2009-06-12 | Somedays I am simply kicked in the guts. |
| 2009-06-11 | Now I’m writing like there’s no tomorrow. |
| 2009-06-10 | People can’t look each other in the eye. |
| 2009-06-09 | Your solar plexus, yes, that’s the big hole. |
| 2009-06-08 | Who we now know wore a smart paisley tie. |
| 2009-06-07 | And so we sold our souls to the devil. |
| 2009-06-06 | Corruption cannot lie with honesty. |
| 2009-06-05 | The folly of that vacuous folly! |
| 2009-06-04 | I feel more Irish than English today. |
| 2009-06-03 | Nobody is safe from Biffo’s bastards. |
| 2009-06-02 | The easiest birth I’ll ever witness. |
| 2009-06-01 | It is time for political action. |
| 2009-05-31 | I don’t want to be good, I want to sing. |
| 2009-05-30 | You will of course need to take off all yours. |
| 2009-05-29 | They absailed down as we ate our pasta. |
| 2009-05-28 | Kiss me on my mouth, your love is vino. |
| 2009-05-27 | The Elysian is my idée fixe. |
| 2009-05-26 | Mahler’s 6th, Adagio, pure heaven. |
| 2009-05-25 | I would like to relinquish all power. |
| 2009-05-24 | Bruckner’s 7th Symphony saved my life. |
| 2009-05-23 | The old man still wand-waves a snooker cue. |
| 2009-05-22 | The accountants are having a field day. |
| 2009-05-21 | Someone needs to tell Biffo to fuck off. |
| 2009-05-20 | I only masturbate with my clothes on. |
| 2009-05-19 | Where o where have they hidden Obama? |
| 2009-05-18 | They still haven’t told me if I’m dying. |
| 2009-05-17 | Pig politicians deserve Bertholt Brecht. |
| 2009-05-16 | It must be said it all turned out kosher. |
| 2009-05-15 | Three meetings sandwiching a quick sandwich. |
| 2009-05-14 | She seems to want me to be a hero. |
| 2009-05-13 | Union siblings plotting their revenge. |
| 2009-05-12 | Politics has become impossible. |
| 2009-05-11 | I am learning to swim above the text. |
| 2009-05-10 | Sundays are beginning to hurt again. |
| 2009-05-09 | Europe Day, nobody even noticed. |
| 2009-05-08 | And Blake said it’s all in the human breast. |
| 2009-05-07 | World economy is our deity. |
| 2009-05-06 | Job would be faithful to the free market. |
| 2009-05-05 | The Bible is an excellent idea. |
| 2009-05-04 | This would film well, although it hurts like hell. |
| 2009-05-03 | Gardening and poetry, classical! |
| 2009-05-02 | Hills are like giant waves, that do not move. |
| 2009-05-01 | Planes are like temporary lighthouses. |
| 2009-04-30 | There is so much love in my life, I’m lost. |
| 2009-04-29 | I have mastered the art of anarchy. |
| 2009-04-28 | He sang, Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others. |
| 2009-04-27 | Work is poker now, my hand still secret. |
| 2009-04-26 | Ireland is not like the other addicts. |
| 2009-04-25 | I’m going to have to sell my organs. |
| 2009-04-24 | We touched down onto the bankrupt runway. |
| 2009-04-23 | Ekel, he said, and I almost threw up. |
| 2009-04-22 | We got drunk and discovered a mirror. |
| 2009-04-21 | Green shoots in the U.S., weeds over here. |
| 2009-04-20 | Something is against communication. |
| 2009-04-19 | Fucking Chelsea bollocks shit bag fuck wank! |
| 2009-04-18 | Obama thinks he can hold back the tide. |
| 2009-04-17 | Is there anything but economics. |
| 2009-04-16 | This poem is making me a ghost face. |
| 2009-04-15 | People will have to live with my weakness. |
| 2009-04-14 | The fire we can make would ignite the stars. |
| 2009-04-13 | It’s the dark light that shows you off the best. |
| 2009-04-12 | The fucking government has robbed us blind! |
| 2009-04-11 | I’m coming back to that non-nursery rhyme. |
| 2009-04-10 | You can’t be depressed if you act like that! |
| 2009-04-09 | They are so detached, they think we’re all fine. |
| 2009-04-08 | There’s a fault right down Italy’s middle. |
| 2009-04-07 | One of us is going to be sorry. |
| 2009-04-06 | It’s up there playing patriotic songs. |
| 2009-04-05 | I have enjoyed the non-nuclear age. |
| 2009-04-04 | When they caught you you were in the nationals. |
| 2009-04-03 | I never thought I’d end up doing that. |
| 2009-04-02 | Didn’t you know I’m a Union man? |
| 2009-04-01 | Anticipate the end of every storm. |
| 2009-03-31 | Calm and sane in the middle of madness. |
| 2009-03-30 | The windows of my soul have got cloudy. |
| 2009-03-29 | Fourth time round it feels somewhat redemptive. |
| 2009-03-28 | Learn to look through to the back of his brain. |
| 2009-03-27 | His head is a cupboard crammed with old bones. |
| 2009-03-26 | I could look at you for a long, long time. |
| 2009-03-25 | I will put a mask on to hide my face. |
| 2009-03-24 | The truth leaks out of the side of his eyes. |
| 2009-03-23 | You covered your face in the Parthenon. |
| 2009-03-22 | Remember! inky penned evolution! |
| 2009-03-21 | I cannot bear the thought of her leaving. |
| 2009-03-20 | Hospital turns us all into offal. |
| 2009-03-19 | America is preaching peace again. |
| 2009-03-18 | That question about toxins and romance. |
| 2009-03-17 | I love alcohol! I love, ALCOHOL! |
| 2009-03-16 | My children are growing up somewhere else. |
| 2009-03-15 | Aren’t you looking for new ways to make cash? |
| 2009-03-14 | Why not do a new line in prophecy? |
| 2009-03-13 | Would you not just take all my teeth away? |
| 2009-03-12 | O.K. Folks! this is a mid-life crisis. |
| 2009-03-11 | I am full of sinister chemicals. |
| 2009-03-10 | She noticed I’m happy in Italy. |
| 2009-03-09 | Global banking system? SIT ON MY FACE! |
| 2009-03-08 | It’s not a cliché when you are in it. |
| 2009-03-07 | We’re the strangest things in the universe. |
| 2009-03-06 | Nil by mouth, a very sorry bottom. |
| 2009-03-05 | The memory of the first time, before. |
| 2009-03-04 | You are so far away and yet so near. |
| 2009-03-03 | Snow collecting around the compost bin. |
| 2009-03-02 | I have learnt to meditate to Mahler. |
| 2009-03-01 | So smash all the stars and be done with it! |
| 2009-02-28 | I am somewhere else, I am somewhere else. |
| 2009-02-27 | They are all adults in my mind, I said |
| 2009-02-26 | The phrase was altering the universe. |
| 2009-02-25 | Technology makes our relationships. |
| 2009-02-24 | The world has succumbed to influenza. |
| 2009-02-23 | If I give you signs, will you understand? |
| 2009-02-22 | So go out and buy yourself a plaster. |
| 2009-02-21 | I feel like my heart is bleeding to death. |
| 2009-02-20 | I woke up one day and found my Byron. |
| 2009-02-19 | And gasping for air like a stranded fish. |
| 2009-02-18 | We can get rid of all expectation. |
| 2009-02-17 | My peace of mind is lying on the floor. |
| 2009-02-16 | It’s what men of a certain age will do. |
| 2009-02-15 | We’re filling the entire house with Triffids. |
| 2009-02-14 | And what the fuck is that when it’s at home? |
| 2009-02-13 | Something that offered viable structure. |
| 2009-02-12 | Something that saved you from contingency. |
| 2009-02-11 | As if poetry might be the basis. |
| 2009-02-10 | And something that felt meaningful at last. |
| 2009-02-09 | Maybe they could help me make a story. |
| 2009-02-08 | I feel potent. I feel like I could act. |
| 2009-02-07 | Maybe these lines are encouraging me. |
| 2009-02-06 | And our favourite sin has got to be lust. |
| 2009-02-05 | Gewurztraminer is our favourite wine. |
| 2009-02-04 | Dirty little fucking cheating bastard. |
| 2009-02-03 | You could not keep your mind off those crossed legs. |
| 2009-02-02 | And the world seemed far too big and frightening. |
| 2009-02-01 | And everything you’d learnt you had yet to. |
| 2009-01-31 | Like you were back there lost in the Eighties. |
| 2009-01-30 | The pain in my heart has been switched back on. |
| 2009-01-29 | Why did you think they would leave you alone? |
| 2009-01-28 | I quite like signing books I have authored. |
| 2009-01-27 | How long can you go on without a name? |
| 2009-01-26 | A President that calls himself Muslim. |
| 2009-01-25 | Nothing could have prepared us for this fall. |
| 2009-01-24 | He was overwhelmed by his own despair. |
| 2009-01-23 | I slipped away from the liquid dinner. |
| 2009-01-22 | As you wrote elsewhere, sortilege of self. |
| 2009-01-21 | I have created my own almanac. |
| 2009-01-20 | Number 44 looks alright to us. |
| 2009-01-19 | As tanks roll over skeletons they made. |
| 2009-01-18 | And that’s the biggest silence of them all. |
| 2009-01-17 | They are almost uniformly German. |
| 2009-01-16 | Have we got something like joined-up thinking? |
| 2009-01-15 | Let contingency into your system. |
| 2009-01-14 | The earth ground your finest hypotheses. |
| 2009-01-13 | Let the singing birds into every prayer. |
| 2009-01-12 | The answer’s in the future and the stars. |
| 2009-01-11 | Oriah Mountain Dreamer and the flu. |
| 2009-01-10 | Show me the realist who has an answer. |
| 2009-01-09 | So long as tomorrow’s uneventful. |
| 2009-01-08 | Is this the best system we can devise? |
| 2009-01-07 | Poetry is counter-historical. |
| 2009-01-06 | Spirit of the Age, collective Nero. |
| 2009-01-05 | Narcissism of those without vision. |
| 2009-01-04 | Dollar oriented self-sacrifice. |
| 2009-01-03 | Climate change, global meltdown, vanity. |
| 2009-01-02 | A hundred souls for every one of them. |
| 2009-01-01 | Let’s stay at home and pretend it’s not real. |
| 2008-12-31 | I need to make some sound re-connections. |
| 2008-12-30 | She seemed far more glamorous than usual. |
| 2008-12-29 | She is in love and she’s getting married. |
| 2008-12-28 | They want sympathy for being killers. |
| 2008-12-27 | They have a month to do their very worst. |
| 2008-12-26 | You feel the solid ground beneath your feet. |
| 2008-12-25 | That pitiless musical at the end. |
| 2008-12-24 | The carol singers took over the pub. |
| 2008-12-23 | Look up above you, the sky is still there! |
| 2008-12-22 | If we could all decide to hold our nerve. |
| 2008-12-21 | The secret to all this is confidence. |
| 2008-12-20 | Do I contain multitudes?, do I fuck! |
| 2008-12-19 | I’m bigger than I could ever cope with. |
| 2008-12-18 | It would seem I’ve misrepresented God. |
| 2008-12-17 | There is a secret now as big as time. |
| 2008-12-16 | Pyramid boy has collapsed into sand. |
| 2008-12-15 | Once again I blitzed him with politeness. |
| 2008-12-14 | With such weaponry at hand, why choose shoes? |
| 2008-12-13 | I got my dancing done when I was young. |
| 2008-12-12 | The moon is too close, it makes us anxious. |
| 2008-12-11 | It felt good to be so confessional. |
| 2008-12-10 | This little piggy went to no market. |
| 2008-12-09 | I must stop picking my nose in public. |
| 2008-12-08 | Her eyes looked like they had been oven baked. |
| 2008-12-07 | Every fortnight now the FTSe gets fucked! |
| 2008-12-06 | The fingers snap and then they cut away. |
| 2008-12-05 | Much of this is unrecoverable. |
| 2008-12-04 | You could see the Panda hair in his ears. |
| 2008-12-03 | Venus, Jupiter, fingering the moon. |
| 2008-12-02 | Obama should be burying the dead. |
| 2008-12-01 | Have I become just a mouthy bastard? |
| 2008-11-30 | Those cracks in her mouth, like the Grand Canyon. |
| 2008-11-29 | Did all the cricket fans go home as well? |
| 2008-11-28 | Evolution of hate and then violence. |
| 2008-11-27 | Like paying for someone to be your id. |
| 2008-11-26 | A feeling of being lost, not exiled. |
| 2008-11-25 | You had a kind of stroke in the stomach. |
| 2008-11-24 | Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin knows who I am! |
| 2008-11-23 | He had no interest in my welfare. |
| 2008-11-22 | Is everything not impossibly small? |
| 2008-11-21 | Give me a black pen and a sober mind. |
| 2008-11-20 | Some men just cannot get beyond their dicks. |
| 2008-11-19 | I keep thinking of that brute invasion. |
| 2008-11-18 | Not having to get up early, that helps. |
| 2008-11-17 | I avoided the Coventry poets. |
| 2008-11-16 | Pennsylvania Avenue is shut. |
| 2008-11-15 | Pass me the baton and shut the fuck up! |
| 2008-11-14 | What will their little camera discover? |
| 2008-11-13 | She told me the back of my head’s on fire. |
| 2008-11-12 | Something a bit more rebellious please! |
| 2008-11-11 | You would say yes to your own misery. |
| 2008-11-10 | Diarrhoea, and surrounded by poets. |
| 2008-11-09 | The jet-stream has slipped and will slow us down. |
| 2008-11-08 | In that family you are an idea. |
| 2008-11-07 | You are a sensitive man, there’s no doubt. |
| 2008-11-06 | She remembered nothing about nothing. |
| 2008-11-05 | Sublime fact, he is the embodiment. |
| 2008-11-04 | Let everybody shout it: Yes We Can! |
| 2008-11-03 | I wrote a postcard to myself, miss you! |
| 2008-11-02 | Scrambled eggs never hurt anybody. |
| 2008-11-01 | Taxi, airport, shop, whiskey, train, taxi. |
| 2008-10-31 | This morning Cork was full of men with sticks. |
| 2008-10-30 | Mr Nietzsche is going to be good. |
| 2008-10-29 | My white cells are fine, but I still feel sick. |
| 2008-10-28 | So that, for instance, here, I forgot them. |
| 2008-10-27 | He says that no one possessed the secret. |
| 2008-10-26 | Let us all say tah-tah and good-riddance. |
| 2008-10-25 | The atmosphere is simply appalling. |
| 2008-10-24 | The wine is green and sharp, the bread mouldy, |
| 2008-10-23 | O God of rigged elections and money. |
| 2008-10-22 | Rip down my soul and make me your servant, |
| 2008-10-21 | It’s the end of the mother-fucking world! |
| 2008-10-20 | Whatever you hit me with it will hurt. |
| 2008-10-19 | Blood, sperm, shit, teeth, eye, nose, prick, cunt, toe, thumb. |
| 2008-10-18 | Nothing stands between us and misery. |
| 2008-10-17 | wine, beer, tea, grass, cents, cold, rain, Capital. |
| 2008-10-16 | Bread, cream, rice, id, Freud, hell, mind, body, war, |
| 2008-10-15 | They laughed when I confessed that I was lost. |
| 2008-10-14 | Our German Exchange Student stays up late. |
| 2008-10-13 | I was ok, I had underwear on. |
| 2008-10-12 | I long for a release from addiction. |
| 2008-10-11 | I had to tell them this will blow over. |
| 2008-10-10 | This has nothing to do with energy. |
| 2008-10-09 | And others will be hanging from tight knots. |
| 2008-10-08 | So that some will be looking at the stars. |
| 2008-10-07 | The Emperor’s New Clothes: see paper money. |
| 2008-10-06 | The question is what’s beyond regression? |
| 2008-10-05 | What is worse than recession? Depression? |
| 2008-10-04 | Financial markets turned to anarchy. |
| 2008-10-03 | Someone has gone and stolen the centre. |
| 2008-10-02 | When was the last reference to that prison? |
| 2008-10-01 | It’s arrived, our disintegration kit. |
| 2008-09-30 | Politicians flying like stunned skittles. |
| 2008-09-29 | I think we are lactose intolerant. |
| 2008-09-28 | Gilbert and George doing ‘Bend It, Shake It’ |
| 2008-09-27 | When’s the last time we thought of angel-face? |
| 2008-09-26 | I could ask you what you see in all this? |
| 2008-09-25 | The kind of person who wrecks people’s lives. |
| 2008-09-24 | The monster Plagiarism wakes refreshed. |
| 2008-09-23 | The Arsenal is woven into my name. |
| 2008-09-22 | Brown is not a sexy, hot colour name. |
| 2008-09-21 | In the end I discovered gardening. |
| 2008-09-20 | I would take his trousers down and spank him. |
| 2008-09-19 | That Belfast Union Jack stopped you short. |
| 2008-09-18 | I’m in The Wellie, where’s all the action? |
| 2008-09-17 | Hallelujah my brothers, god is dead! |
| 2008-09-16 | But isn’t the lack of it compelling? |
| 2008-09-15 | Somebody has turned all the money off. |
| 2008-09-14 | Homonyms will lose them the election. |
| 2008-09-13 | Ignorant, self-indulgent little prick! |
| 2008-09-12 | Arrogance always came out of the blue. |
| 2008-09-11 | They refuse to admit the falling man. |
| 2008-09-10 | Doesn’t Joe Biden sound like Bin Laden? |
| 2008-09-09 | Aren’t we all already in a black hole? |
| 2008-09-08 | Poison and beauty in equal doses. |
| 2008-09-07 | If you hate getting wet, live somewhere else. |
| 2008-09-06 | And pit-bull Presidents are good because....? |
| 2008-09-05 | My hope and my fear is never ending. |
| 2008-09-04 | Instead of this circular wandering. |
| 2008-09-03 | And move forward, like a pedestrian. |
| 2008-09-02 | Maybe then I will achieve coherence. |
| 2008-09-01 | And put a For Sale sign over my dreams. |
| 2008-08-31 | I will rent out a warehouse in my heart. |
| 2008-08-30 | Bits of me are dying by the second. |
| 2008-08-29 | Back to Ireland, psychic catastrophe. |
| 2008-08-28 | There is something I know you would refuse. |
| 2008-08-27 | I kept forgetting she was still impressed. |
| 2008-08-26 | I think they think I’m all touchy-feely. |
| 2008-08-25 | The sky was a dramatic grey canvass. |
| 2008-08-24 | Copenhagen seemed to be full of ghosts. |
| 2008-08-23 | Arriverdici almost made me gag. |
| 2008-08-22 | Georgia is a tooth that requires filling. |
| 2008-08-21 | Theologically heaven made sense here. |
| 2008-08-20 | Ba’al was a good find, a very good find. |
| 2008-08-19 | Attend to the things you are consuming. |
| 2008-08-18 | U.S. troops pretending they’re somewhere else. |
| 2008-08-17 | Compared to this, Denmark is an iceberg. |
| 2008-08-16 | I fell off my bike, a year and a day. |
| 2008-08-15 | Obama is too close to Osama. |
| 2008-08-14 | In the end I am frightened of the sky. |
| 2008-08-13 | Russian roulette, someone explain the game! |
| 2008-08-12 | Roma is still there, dreaming it still rules. |
| 2008-08-11 | China is having an enormous laugh. |
| 2008-08-10 | I suddenly realised why all the girls. |
| 2008-08-09 | Since he doesn’t exist he can’t go home. |
| 2008-08-08 | For us the symmetry was meaningful. |
| 2008-08-07 | And pull down their fancy circus rigging. |
| 2008-08-06 | Then a storm arrived and I was finished. |
| 2008-08-05 | All the abandoned children will return. |
| 2008-08-04 | We will always remember Gulag man. |
| 2008-08-03 | At Malpasso I think I understand. |
| 2008-08-02 | There is nothing specific in my head. |
| 2008-08-01 | I don’t know the time, I don’t know the day. |
| 2008-07-31 | I’m trying not to think about the fags. |
| 2008-07-30 | Epicurus does not allay my fear. |
| 2008-07-29 | So hot today we turned back like cowards. |
| 2008-07-28 | Bicycle rides, warm weather, perfecto! |
| 2008-07-27 | Suddenly it comes, as if mocking you. |
| 2008-07-26 | A little Shakespearean don’t you think? |
| 2008-07-25 | And then as he squealed I’d make him eat it. |
| 2008-07-24 | Castiglione-del-Lago and back. |
| 2008-07-23 | I never have the right tools for the job. |
| 2008-07-22 | Suddenly I have a body again. |
| 2008-07-21 | Your voyage smoothed by the gods of transit. |
| 2008-07-20 | Your chaos is going to drive me mad. |
| 2008-07-19 | Would he tell me he had already guessed. |
| 2008-07-18 | What if I explained to him he is dead? |
| 2008-07-17 | Are you not dying sufficiently fast. |
| 2008-07-16 | The fags were an idiotic return. |
| 2008-07-15 | Spontaneous overflow of nothing. |
| 2008-07-14 | Finishing things is a slower business. |
| 2008-07-13 | If I met him I would rip his dick off. |
| 2008-07-12 | Cat puke on the carpet as I return. |
| 2008-07-11 | Suddenly we are all economists. |
| 2008-07-10 | If they want me to help them they should ask. |
| 2008-07-09 | Sammy Davis Junior is in my head. |
| 2008-07-08 | All day worried I would shit my trousers. |
| 2008-07-07 | Those with no plosives are celebrating. |
| 2008-07-06 | Philosophical insight, character. |
| 2008-07-05 | Paul Muldoon can get a little tricksy. |
| 2008-07-04 | Denial, the only river in this town. |
| 2008-07-03 | This view has lost much of its novelty. |
| 2008-07-02 | I think the friends think I am a monster. |
| 2008-07-01 | Everyone can understand, and no one. |
| 2008-06-30 | If you only knew what I think I know. |
| 2008-06-29 | When I put myself in the way it comes. |
| 2008-06-28 | They defend Brown because they know they’re fucked. |
| 2008-06-27 | Wimbledon’s naval chord to our childhood. |
| 2008-06-26 | Half-relaxed, still at work: impossible. |
| 2008-06-25 | The little Spaniard is now my favourite. |
| 2008-06-24 | Vote for me or die, democracy lite. |
| 2008-06-23 | And Mugabe is left alone because ….? |
| 2008-06-22 | Toleration in the shape of others. |
| 2008-06-21 | When there will be nobody left to read. |
| 2008-06-20 | I write because of the darkness coming. |
| 2008-06-19 | Hang them high in the name of nostalgia. |
| 2008-06-18 | She is inscrutable, I want a fag! |
| 2008-06-17 | The impossible curve of her body. |
| 2008-06-16 | In her eyes, unknowable sensations. |
| 2008-06-15 | There are three thousand years between her lips. |
| 2008-06-14 | There are dangerous snakes under her skin. |
| 2008-06-13 | They said no to the stuff in their pockets. |
| 2008-06-12 | I will begin again. I will begin. |
| 2008-06-11 | Change we can believe in, and change we can’t. |
| 2008-06-10 | His neck was full of little black mountains. |
| 2008-06-09 | I would be so embarrassed if they won. |
| 2008-06-08 | I am sick, there is something wrong with me. |
| 2008-06-07 | He was cutting me out of his body. |
| 2008-06-06 | If there is no honesty there’s nothing. |
| 2008-06-05 | Charing Cross Road and a poisoned body. |
| 2008-06-04 | Have I been loving a fool all along? |
| 2008-06-03 | He didn’t know what a syllable was. |
| 2008-06-02 | I could tell right away that he was dead. |
| 2008-06-01 | My place in their house is in photographs. |
| 2008-05-31 | I never did feel lonely in London. |
| 2008-05-30 | He shook me by the hand for the last time. |
| 2008-05-29 | Everybody liked my pyramid joke. |
| 2008-05-28 | If I talk to you it’s because you’re here. |
| 2008-05-27 | Somebody lit a fire within my spine. |
| 2008-05-26 | Take away the coffees and it’s lab work. |
| 2008-05-25 | Those two do not know how much I love them. |
| 2008-05-24 | If I said, that’s corruption, would he care. |
| 2008-05-23 | Deception, theological question. |
| 2008-05-22 | They think because we laugh they are learning. |
| 2008-05-21 | I can’t feel. Somebody has unplugged me. |
| 2008-05-20 | Everything that’s happening is the same. |
| 2008-05-19 | Beyond what? But they will never answer. |
| 2008-05-18 | It’s me with the problem, remember this. |
| 2008-05-17 | This time I don’t know if I can save her. |
| 2008-05-16 | Someone switched me off, I am powerless. |
| 2008-05-15 | I stepped outside and it began to rain. |
| 2008-05-14 | I am drinking myself into freedom. |
| 2008-05-13 | I am symbolic and the only hope. |
| 2008-05-12 | Next it will be vino, then sex, then food. |
| 2008-05-11 | One would need teeth in the back of one’s head. |
| 2008-05-10 | Always the eye when vision is over. |
| 2008-05-09 | Our lives quietly washing up against time. |
| 2008-05-08 | A world without loss or repetition. |
| 2008-05-07 | We imagine the end of memory. |
| 2008-05-06 | I know what to do with my fingers now. |
| 2008-05-05 | My second fag-free day, this is working. |
| 2008-05-04 | My first fag-free day for twenty-six years. |
| 2008-05-03 | He still loves her, but doesn’t want to now. |
| 2008-05-02 | The seas are frothing, the earth full of worms. |
| 2008-05-01 | Will I ever be able to return? |
| 2008-04-30 | My sense of smell has sold me a kipper. |
| 2008-04-29 | I am not systematic, and it hurts. |
| 2008-04-28 | For me that sound could never disappear. |
| 2008-04-27 | The illusion of something coherent. |
| 2008-04-26 | Careful now, this is no biography. |
| 2008-04-25 | Teenage, Victorian, uniformed girls. |
| 2008-04-24 | Salvation Army, would you credit it? |
| 2008-04-23 | Congregate around that pitiful fire. |
| 2008-04-22 | You could not imagine such loneliness. |
| 2008-04-21 | Lucretius finally irrelevant. |
| 2008-04-20 | Sixty cosmic decades from where we are. |
| 2008-04-19 | And yes, of course, they will misunderstand. |
| 2008-04-18 | Final annihilation is sublime. |
| 2008-04-17 | Ì have arrived to usher in the end. |
| 2008-04-16 | and scream and scream and scream and scream and scream …. |
| 2008-04-15 | I have only ever wanted to scream, |
| 2008-04-14 | Everyone has forgotten angel-face. |
| 2008-04-13 | If you could understand your own tempo. |
| 2008-04-12 | Herbs, mint, and always that flash of acid. |
| 2008-04-11 | Show me the person who’d not be a fish. |
| 2008-04-10 | Fruit-flies swarming from a neglected bowl. |
| 2008-04-09 | Hell would be facing the waste that we make. |
| 2008-04-08 | I’m not someone who pisses in the street. |
| 2008-04-07 | Home, that was the title of your first work. |
| 2008-04-06 | A people bigger than any story. |
| 2008-04-05 | Hannibal coaxing elephants upwards. |
| 2008-04-04 | Eggerberg is a place I’d like to go. |
| 2008-04-03 | Cleaning equipment spilling down the stairs. |
| 2008-04-02 | The Simplon Pass, like a history book. |
| 2008-04-01 | I am struggling with the world of smell. |
| 2008-03-31 | The Romans eventually built a road. |
| 2008-03-30 | Diachronic, synchronic, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| 2008-03-29 | Slap a lightning symbol on my forehead. |
| 2008-03-28 | I loved her body, and I loved her mind. |
| 2008-03-27 | Can someone lend me an oxygen tank? |
| 2008-03-26 | Coming out of a tunnel like a train. |
| 2008-03-25 | White wine is the same colour as your piss. |
| 2008-03-24 | Morrissey, incorporation, and love. |
| 2008-03-23 | Destinerrancy of all intention. |
| 2008-03-22 | There are people there I know that I know. |
| 2008-03-21 | In August, on my bicycle, I’m free. |
| 2008-03-20 | Frozen lake instead of a beating heart. |
| 2008-03-19 | Trauma, the long-term memory of skin. |
| 2008-03-18 | I think I came one time from Davos Dorf. |
| 2008-03-17 | The splinter stole in underneath the nail. |
| 2008-03-16 | Joined-up writing without any bridges. |
| 2008-03-15 | For me that’s where life first slithered out from. |
| 2008-03-14 | A wafer-thin, tin, slow-moving red one. |
| 2008-03-13 | You can never but return to the Alps. |
| 2008-03-12 | Here the Sycamore tends to dominate. |
| 2008-03-11 | Show me the person who’s not been a bird. |
| 2008-03-10 | I would travel every mile by slow train. |
| 2008-03-09 | I used to have more energy than this. |
| 2008-03-08 | Bejing, St. Petersburgh, Hong Kong, Cape Town. |
| 2008-03-07 | The mainland that connects to Calcutta, |
| 2008-03-06 | For me nature comes alive in Europe. |
| 2008-03-05 | Anything that’s portable will be smashed. |
| 2008-03-04 | I hide my unhappiness from others. |
| 2008-03-03 | Everyone’s going to be a witness. |
| 2008-03-02 | You won’t find anything that looks like wit. |
| 2008-03-01 | Anything that’s valuable can be smashed. |
| 2008-02-29 | I am for the new. We are for the new. |
| 2008-02-28 | Be careful not to generalise, he said. |
| 2008-02-27 | I hide my unhappiness from myself. |
| 2008-02-26 | I feel like another feeble species. |
| 2008-02-25 | When will I begin to repeat myself? |
| 2008-02-24 | I need to vary my vocabulary. |
| 2008-02-23 | Live action thuggery almost murder. |
| 2008-02-22 | I think I’m going to have to think twice. |
| 2008-02-21 | This town is full of old miserablists. |
| 2008-02-20 | The city is unapologetic. |
| 2008-02-19 | If you don’t take the lead they will not quit. |
| 2008-02-18 | Oh, buy me a cup of tea and fuck off! |
| 2008-02-17 | If I had a tale I would display it. |
| 2008-02-16 | and you wouldn’t like that, now, would you Sir? |
| 2008-02-15 | She’s beginning to suspect you exist. |
| 2008-02-14 | Drug-dealer hooked on his own merchandise. |
| 2008-02-13 | Shameful pollution of your own body. |
| 2008-02-12 | The Western world’s pretence of cleanliness. |
| 2008-02-11 | America will not change if you don’t. |
| 2008-02-10 | The city is everything that I know. |
| 2008-02-09 | Planes spread their sound like paint across the sky. |
| 2008-02-08 | The city is trying to kill the stars. |
| 2008-02-07 | The persistence of life is a killer. |
| 2008-02-06 | The city is trying to talk to us. |
| 2008-02-05 | The end of words such as "ripe," "fruition." |
| 2008-02-04 | Still walking round that fantastical stump. |
| 2008-02-03 | Everyone would like to be somewhere else. |
| 2008-02-02 | The heart of the city is the airport. |
| 2008-02-01 | The Dhali Lama considers the earth. |
| 2008-01-31 | To your left you can see Europe weeping. |
| 2008-01-30 | Plagiarizing student is defeated. |
| 2008-01-29 | How say this, without sounding negative? |
| 2008-01-28 | I hope you’re not expecting meaning here. |
| 2008-01-27 | The way fruit disintegrates frightens me. |
| 2008-01-26 | I appear to have grown bored of myself. |
| 2008-01-25 | We are all now holocaust deniers. |
| 2008-01-24 | I had an idea that I could not share. |
| 2008-01-23 | Trauma seeps out of her body like sweat. |
| 2008-01-22 | What you do not see you must believe in. |
| 2008-01-21 | I cannot successfully show you now. |
| 2008-01-20 | Apocalypse denied and all is well. |
| 2008-01-19 | Your porridge sticks to my sense of order. |
| 2008-01-18 | Wolf’s face, tree-stump, anthropomorphism. |
| 2008-01-17 | You fall into these things and don’t come out. |
| 2008-01-16 | I am sick of the semblance of power. |
| 2008-01-15 | The dead tree that gives us light is a ghost. |
| 2008-01-14 | I feel the rebirth of something like sex. |
| 2008-01-13 | Let’s build a wall and then start flinging things. |
| 2008-01-12 | which doesn’t mean to say I don’t love you… |
| 2008-01-11 | Reason never really had a snowball’s. |
| 2008-01-10 | We have built a bridge from start to finish. |
| 2008-01-09 | The sun falling into its bloody bath. |
| 2008-01-08 | Bullets exploding out of their bodies. |
| 2008-01-07 | Metalepsis, a stone falling upwards. |
| 2008-01-06 | Triangular logic, reversible. |
| 2008-01-05 | Only the personalities are poor. |
| 2008-01-04 | Today Gilray would have had a field-day. |
| 2008-01-03 | Anniversary of war’s cessation. |
| 2008-01-02 | Base and apex simultaneously. |
| 2008-01-01 | The weather in Ireland is nostalgic. |
| 2007-12-31 | You can read all this backwards if you want. |
| 2007-12-30 | Pyramids instead of that prison-slab. |
| 2007-12-29 | I could prophesy if I wanted to. |
| 2007-12-28 | No use regretting things that never were. |
| 2007-12-27 | Assassination is someone’s justice. |
| 2007-12-26 | I will not lie, this is going to hurt. |
| 2007-12-25 | We want victory, some kind of finish. |
| 2007-12-24 | Jesus doesn’t love you unless you pay. |
| 2007-12-23 | Something fell out of the sky and hurt you. |
| 2007-12-22 | Mulberry Road, the common term would be fate. |
| 2007-12-21 | Piggies tied to a stick in winter-time. |
| 2007-12-20 | You will not let me in, so I haunt you. |
| 2007-12-19 | I used to love that, music, That’s All Folks! |
| 2007-12-18 | I would like to get you out of my mind. |
| 2007-12-17 | If I were a horse they would shoot me dead. |
| 2007-12-16 | I see the back of your head everywhere. |
| 2007-12-15 | He has no idea how much I love him. |
| 2007-12-14 | You murder me with your plagiarism. |
| 2007-12-13 | If only I wasn’t losing my rage. |
| 2007-12-12 | There is a blank! there is a day-long blank! |
| 2007-12-11 | If I wasn’t poised I would be poisoned. |
| 2007-12-10 | This is a good way of remembering. |
| 2007-12-09 | How can we barter away our friendship? |
| 2007-12-08 | I wept when you left, you will never know. |
| 2007-12-07 | My culture breaks in and there is silence. |
| 2007-12-06 | Among all the slackers, you are flotsam. |
| 2007-12-05 | Over-eager to please, deficiency. |
| 2007-12-04 | Tell me something I don’t know but want to. |
| 2007-12-03 | Some of these kids are going to survive. |
| 2007-12-02 | I would storm your green hill and citadel. |
| 2007-12-01 | My favourite month. The idea of world peace. |
| 2007-11-30 | To you I am a chicken with giblets. |
| 2007-11-29 | Blake on a Thursday, always a Thursday. |
| 2007-11-28 | I avoided him because he was she. |
| 2007-11-27 | This is the way we divvy up the world. |
| 2007-11-26 | Strategic Planning, you must be joking! |
| 2007-11-25 | Once I am in they will crucify me. |
| 2007-11-24 | To me she is a portal to the stars. |
| 2007-11-23 | So many people, so little meaning. |
| 2007-11-22 | The universe and you are expanding. |
| 2007-11-21 | Give me a red pen and loads of whiskey. |
| 2007-11-20 | Romulus and Remus, bloody suckers! |
| 2007-11-19 | They just don’t get it, me and no monkeys. |
| 2007-11-18 | I am in love with insignificance. |
| 2007-11-17 | Galway is pleasant and full of windows. |
| 2007-11-16 | If it’s not important, leave it at home. |
| 2007-11-15 | Soon there will be one big tidal wave there. |
| 2007-11-14 | He thinks he is in control, poor bastard! |
| 2007-11-13 | All that fuss about a man who writes books. |
| 2007-11-12 | Heaven was constructed for memory. |
| 2007-11-11 | I cried today, but they were not my tears. |
| 2007-11-10 | Lots of things hurt but still need to happen. |
| 2007-11-09 | She wants me gone, she wants to be alone. |
| 2007-11-08 | Three thousand years in the blink of an eye. |
| 2007-11-07 | Spring in November, the joys of the end. |
| 2007-11-06 | I would give you my eyes, if that would help. |
| 2007-11-05 | You’ve been dreaming about your teeth again. |
| 2007-11-04 | It was a sting! It was a public fart! |
| 2007-11-03 | She is a weapon I could detonate. |
| 2007-11-02 | I am on the edge of a warm abyss. |
| 2007-11-01 | I don’t recognize this geography. |
| 2007-10-31 | It’s getting dangerous to walk back home. |
| 2007-10-30 | Do not peep into other people’s rooms. |
| 2007-10-29 | Have I supplied enough aphorisms? |
| 2007-10-28 | My right leg was drunk, but we were happy. |
| 2007-10-27 | And the problem is the pig enjoys it. |
| 2007-10-26 | That was 1980, and it still hurts. |
| 2007-10-25 | Sometimes, son, you just have to eat something. |
| 2007-10-24 | Wrestle with the pig and you end in shit. |
| 2007-10-23 | America is on fire now, of course. |
| 2007-10-22 | He is the man who invented silence. |
| 2007-10-21 | I dreamt of blindness in her daughter’s bed. |
| 2007-10-20 | I am tired and I am getting careless. |
| 2007-10-19 | Tie a pink ribbon round him, he’s perfect! |
| 2007-10-18 | That small scratch of water that caused such spite. |
| 2007-10-17 | I wouldn’t know what to do with my hands. |
| 2007-10-16 | No, not subjective, no universal. |
| 2007-10-15 | If you get sick you get a holiday. |
| 2007-10-14 | They do not understand, and why should they? |
| 2007-10-13 | Essex was always an accusation. |
| 2007-10-12 | All our joys and woes want repetition. |
| 2007-10-11 | From space, light pollution gives you freedom. |
| 2007-10-10 | China is busy opening discos. |
| 2007-10-09 | Aung San Suu Kyi must go back to dreaming. |
| 2007-10-08 | Everyone’s washed their hands. How hygienic! |
| 2007-10-07 | You cannot go blind looking at the stars. |
| 2007-10-06 | My brother’s name is Howard. My brother. |
| 2007-10-05 | I’ve never even been to Warrington. |
| 2007-10-04 | This is the way we obliterate truth. |
| 2007-10-03 | You have children, so you know how it goes. |
| 2007-10-02 | She is fat, fresh-faced, and a no-hoper. |
| 2007-10-01 | Don’t you know that short cuts are the prime cuts? |
| 2007-09-30 | ‘Someone put a bomb under you,’ she said. |
| 2007-09-29 | I love foraging, that’s what I do. |
| 2007-09-28 | Everything has got somewhat out of gear. |
| 2007-09-27 | Here we go again, excuses and shite. |
| 2007-09-26 | She vomited before giving her talk. |
| 2007-09-25 | There are too many exclamation marks! |
| 2007-09-24 | If I get pissed every night, I’m famous. |
| 2007-09-23 | There is something here that you are missing. |
| 2007-09-22 | My Italian briefs are still sexy. |
| 2007-09-21 | Ratatat-tat, ratatat-tat, you’re dead. |
| 2007-09-20 | This university is an addict! |
| 2007-09-19 | She knows that I fantasize about her. |
| 2007-09-18 | Prescription: ten syllables every day. |
| 2007-09-17 | I miss the basilica we consumed. |
| 2007-09-16 | Little piggy eyes and venomous tongue. |
| 2007-09-15 | All that’s missing for me is tomorrow. |
| 2007-09-14 | Cold and frosty? you’d better believe it! |
| 2007-09-13 | In the morning I am a cross-dresser. |
| 2007-09-12 | Kiss me again and we will call it quits. |
| 2007-09-11 | These people do not know I have returned. |
| 2007-09-10 | They had called off the search a while ago. |
| 2007-09-09 | Time is not accelerating, we are! |
| 2007-09-08 | Running poisons the body with poison. |
| 2007-09-07 | The Alps on your right are now well behaved. |
| 2007-09-06 | ‘I, you, me?’ ‘Why hell! We are elastic’ |
| 2007-09-05 | How many insects did I kill this year? |
| 2007-09-04 | Michael Moore is far too fat to be un-. |
| 2007-09-03 | Stan was the man with a plan, now he’s lost. |
| 2007-09-02 | Wake me up when September is over. |
| 2007-09-01 | Berries from hedges, an acidic taste. |
| 2007-08-31 | Mister Moretti and I are firm friends. |
| 2007-08-30 | I have oiled all the wrong parts of your bike. |
| 2007-08-29 | If you want something that’s profound, go fuck! |
| 2007-08-28 | ‘Is it raining, love?’ ‘No, it’s just dripping.’ |
| 2007-08-27 | Little doggies keep pissing on our plants. |
| 2007-08-26 | Ontology seeps out of the landscape. |
| 2007-08-25 | You won’t see this place for ice in the end. |
| 2007-08-24 | I am beginning to have a future. |
| 2007-08-23 | Pornography for kids, books for adults. |
| 2007-08-22 | The weather has changed and so has my mind. |
| 2007-08-21 | Sweet lago of poetry and spectres. |
| 2007-08-20 | I wish just once I could show you the stars. |
| 2007-08-19 | Ferragosto is just a memory. |
| 2007-08-18 | Yes, I get it! Mobile phones are useful! |
| 2007-08-17 | Italia is somewhat different. |
| 2007-08-16 | There are no points that could count her for me. |
| 2007-08-15 | So much alcohol I fell off my bike. |
| 2007-08-14 | He had Mussolini in his pocket. |
| 2007-08-13 | The teenagers walk past me in silence. |
| 2007-08-12 | Round the lake, victorious, defeated. |
| 2007-08-11 | Gilchrist made me cry, it went noticed. |
| 2007-08-10 | Mosquitoes are eating me for breakfast. |
| 2007-08-09 | That little baby boy is in my dreams. |
| 2007-08-08 | Storm clouds over this day of memory. |
| 2007-08-07 | And I can say today was worth living. |
| 2007-08-06 | Problem is, I was built for partying. |
| 2007-08-05 | Don’t say amore unless you mean it. |
| 2007-08-04 | Viareggio, human sausages. |
| 2007-08-03 | Nothing with the stink of moralism. |
| 2007-08-02 | Blake goes beyond even the core of me. |
| 2007-08-01 | We’re going round in a pleasant circle. |
| 2007-07-31 | Back again to our home from home from home. |
| 2007-07-30 | When young I would have dreamt of being him. |
| 2007-07-29 | He spoke like a broken man whose found love. |
| 2007-07-28 | The victims of nepotism and me. |
| 2007-07-27 | If I were a politician I’d bleed. |
| 2007-07-26 | We must all adapt to pornography. |
| 2007-07-25 | She knew I had seen her indiscretion. |
| 2007-07-24 | Time decelerates when you record it. |
| 2007-07-23 | Maybe I will choose to die in this place. |
| 2007-07-22 | The new house allows me to see my teeth. |
| 2007-07-21 | The jet stream’s lost its sense of direction. |
| 2007-07-20 | I could not stop looking at her ankles. |
| 2007-07-19 | Enemy Blair, he will be your friend now. |
| 2007-07-18 | Microwaves, an excuse for parenting. |
| 2007-07-17 | Harry Potter film, evil soundly stuffed. |
| 2007-07-16 | I’ve thrown all the holy water away. |
| 2007-07-15 | I am house painting, I am not thinking. |
| 2007-07-14 | I must not become obsessed with nose hair. |
| 2007-07-13 | From here, this city is full of insects. |
| 2007-07-12 | Weddings depress the hell out of me. |
| 2007-07-11 | The book is posted and I am empty. |
| 2007-07-10 | So long as there is wine and blank paper. |
| 2007-07-09 | Her form distracts my professional care. |
| 2007-07-08 | I will let this house tell me how to live. |
| 2007-07-07 | One giant city, a forgotten star. |
| 2007-07-06 | Other creatures have lived here, some happy. |
| 2007-07-05 | Poetry is what comes after madness. |
| 2007-07-04 | Being taught is a civilised voodoo. |
| 2007-07-03 | We’ve moved into bourgeois, drug-dealer land. |
| 2007-07-02 | I can do anything, if I switch off. |
| 2007-07-01 | They turn the lights off and the city sleeps. |
| 2007-06-30 | Could you not destroy something meaningful? |
| 2007-06-29 | I would take his poems but keep my face. |
| 2007-06-28 | Angel-face is gone, everyone knows it. |
| 2007-06-27 | Cut, cut, cut, as the new day starts to show. |
| 2007-06-26 | My stomach has the voice of a reptile. |
| 2007-06-25 | He whom we abdicated from has gone. |
| 2007-06-24 | England is sinking and nobody cares. |
| 2007-06-23 | Up to her hip-bone in wet resentment. |
| 2007-06-22 | I will marry and bury my students. |
| 2007-06-21 | A little and often makes little nil. |
| 2007-06-20 | When was it I forgot to make omelettes? |
| 2007-06-19 | If you wait long enough it will arrive. |
| 2007-06-18 | Sometimes the sheep and the goats coalesce. |
| 2007-06-17 | The people who need Freud choose History. |
| 2007-06-16 | I have a chance of becoming spectral. |
| 2007-06-15 | There must be another place sans bigots. |
| 2007-06-14 | Democracy seems less and less like sense. |
| 2007-06-13 | They were the wave on which he chose to surf. |
| 2007-06-12 | Hannibal’s pissed warrior elephants. |
| 2007-06-11 | I love you, but you make me want to scream. |
| 2007-06-10 | The little kitten thinks I am boring. |
| 2007-06-09 | I bought two dozen eggs. An explosion. |
| 2007-06-08 | I would be the nightmare that made him mad. |
| 2007-06-07 | Hollywood is Nero, the furnace, us. |
| 2007-06-06 | Corruption: profit from your negligence. |
| 2007-06-05 | The birds that remain are frightened, subdued. |
| 2007-06-04 | Top-man cannot read the script they wrote him. |
| 2007-06-03 | The Six Days War, a slight understatement. |
| 2007-06-02 | My body is giving me new ideas. |
| 2007-06-01 | I am not having a mid-life crisis. |
| 2007-05-31 | Still singing their guts out, the boys who lost. |
| 2007-05-30 | Survival, greed. Watch them square the circle. |
| 2007-05-29 | ‘This isn’t as difficult as it looks.’ |
| 2007-05-28 | Next door’s dog has always got a hard on. |
| 2007-05-27 | If Kate Moss asked me, I wouldn’t say no. |
| 2007-05-26 | When the lights are off, who am I to you? |
| 2007-05-25 | Here come back the old new modernizers. |
| 2007-05-24 | I looked at my hands, they were tarred with blood. |
| 2007-05-23 | Tonight she is our greatest victory. |
| 2007-05-22 | We are moving from the top of the hill. |
| 2007-05-21 | Give me a place where there’s silence and love. |
| 2007-05-20 | He gave her back her clothes and spat on them. |
| 2007-05-19 | She was just someone who didn’t exist. |
| 2007-05-18 | My original plan was decadence. |
| 2007-05-17 | I am a microcosm. I am fucked! |
| 2007-05-16 | Supermarket lamb one, butcher’s lamb nil. |
| 2007-05-15 | She looked at me as if she understood. |
| 2007-05-14 | His shirt was humming from the night before. |
| 2007-05-13 | Others help you learn to love those you love. |
| 2007-05-12 | Stock check the accuracy of your maths. |
| 2007-05-11 | When it comes to fruit, I am embarrassed. |
| 2007-05-10 | This sub-division in order to love. |
| 2007-05-09 | And if there could be a kind of breathing. |
| 2007-05-08 | I would pull the whole world down to a verb. |
| 2007-05-07 | Contempt of angel-face, hiding the news. |
| 2007-05-06 | The fingers in my mouth have betrayed me. |
| 2007-05-05 | I miss the music because of madness. |
| 2007-05-04 | Show me the place where I am not observed. |
| 2007-05-03 | ‘Whatever floats your boat,’ an ugly phrase. |
| 2007-05-02 | I drink for purely religious reasons. |
| 2007-05-01 | That kind of haircut makes everyone sad. |
| 2007-04-30 | Always the chance of a better version. |
| 2007-04-29 | Do they talk about her behind my back. |
| 2007-04-28 | Whilst I was away I caused a schism. |
| 2007-04-27 | The dunces cap rises over their roofs. |
| 2007-04-26 | Somebody pulled us into the Tropics. |
| 2007-04-25 | Since this counting, nothing like a poem. |
| 2007-04-24 | My life is an adventure in friendship. |
| 2007-04-23 | I fell asleep reading The Odyssey. |
| 2007-04-22 | Foreign, familiar city of dreams. |
| 2007-04-21 | I just want to get off this plane alive! |
| 2007-04-20 | She kissed me on the mouth, like my mother. |
| 2007-04-19 | If they criticise you it means they care. |
| 2007-04-18 | You are my friend, behind my seeing eyes. |
| 2007-04-17 | If I were dumb would you still wave to me? |
| 2007-04-16 | The horizon of his world, and a gun. |
| 2007-04-15 | This is all rather metaphysical. |
| 2007-04-14 | I can’t keep up with this day upon day. |
| 2007-04-13 | Reality is other peoples’ lives. |
| 2007-04-12 | Abstinence makes the body grow fonder. |
| 2007-04-11 | At the end of the day it is just flesh. |
| 2007-04-10 | Structure, sign and play is getting closer. |
| 2007-04-09 | The days go by and I do not notice. |
| 2007-04-08 | The moon is my friend and my enemy. |
| 2007-04-07 | Desertification of the spirit. |
| 2007-04-06 | I should be banned, I am full of toxins. |
| 2007-04-05 | This is our Vietnam, without revolt. |
| 2007-04-04 | Talking from the inside of you, as you. |
| 2007-04-03 | To be a poet you must be a snake. |
| 2007-04-02 | I have moments of clarity, they pass. |
| 2007-04-01 | I wish I were a ghost, pure consciousness. |
| 2007-03-31 | All my life this yawning gap in the chest. |
| 2007-03-30 | I cannot sing without closing my eyes. |
| 2007-03-29 | Playground scraps over invisible lines. |
| 2007-03-28 | You come back and remind me that you left. |
| 2007-03-27 | Sometimes seconds are years, minutes aeons. |
| 2007-03-26 | Like two stars make a structure of the moon. |
| 2007-03-25 | The sea would be a sweet place to return. |
| 2007-03-24 | He smelt of suede jackets and Sunday roast. |
| 2007-03-23 | To me her voice is a barometer. |
| 2007-03-22 | My skin touches my skin and she is here. |
| 2007-03-21 | Because we couldn’t talk, telepathy. |
| 2007-03-20 | In my teaching there are some casualties. |
| 2007-03-19 | When it comes to birth, I am a sucker! |
| 2007-03-18 | From the door to the table, it has gone. |
| 2007-03-17 | Nothing of this was supposed to happen. |
| 2007-03-16 | I have fallen off the edge of the world. |
| 2007-03-15 | Noise is incapable of novelty. |
| 2007-03-14 | A bad lecture, like dropping your trousers. |
| 2007-03-13 | All the young women imprison their teeth. |
| 2007-03-12 | Responsibility is optional. |
| 2007-03-11 | His books smell like a school-boy’s uniform. |
| 2007-03-10 | Pain in my body does not reach my face. |
| 2007-03-09 | When precisely did the world become mad? |
| 2007-03-08 | That house, where we made love, has been pulled down. |
| 2007-03-07 | The radicals are now conservative. |
| 2007-03-06 | Walter Scott, why have I neglected you? |
| 2007-03-05 | Rain, rain, rain. Somebody left the tap on. |
| 2007-03-04 | He was asleep, I was not mistaken. |
| 2007-03-03 | I am learning the power in silence. |
| 2007-03-02 | If it rains again tomorrow, I quit! |
| 2007-03-01 | Heaven would have to include all the stars. |
| 2007-02-28 | Feed your system with garlic and ginger. |
| 2007-02-27 | They know no Bible, I must forgive them. |
| 2007-02-26 | A snail on the wheelie-bin as I smoke. |
| 2007-02-25 | Something has shifted. Something has gone right. |
| 2007-02-24 | Croke Park. We are giving up ghosts for Lent. |
| 2007-02-23 | I am sleeping and you are a symbol. |
| 2007-02-22 | Dublin doesn’t care about you or me. |
| 2007-02-21 | Celtic Tiger. Sooty face, Versace. |
| 2007-02-20 | If you don’t want to play then don’t turn up! |
| 2007-02-19 | The old moon lying in the new moon’s arms. |
| 2007-02-18 | I’ve finished a chapter, I will survive! |
| 2007-02-17 | Never experiment in the kitchen! |
| 2007-02-16 | The book arrived. It’s large, wordy and dead. |
| 2007-02-15 | Do not drive to work! Do not drive to work! |
| 2007-02-14 | Sometimes I am almost hungry for food. |
| 2007-02-13 | My head is full of poems that won’t work. |
| 2007-02-12 | Your addictions and the end of the world. |
| 2007-02-11 | The sun has crept nearer, it’s almost Spring. |
| 2007-02-10 | I’ve bought new poetry. I won’t read it. |
| 2007-02-09 | Sometimes I am as happy as I need. |
| 2007-02-08 | Vomiting, virus, early spring detox. |
| 2007-02-07 | You are at least, at best, an obsessive. |
| 2007-02-06 | I hate this place! I fucking hate this place! |
| 2007-02-05 | If only the sleep thing were optional. |
| 2007-02-04 | Italiano, non ho capito. |
| 2007-02-03 | Lessons in everything, apart from trust. |
| 2007-02-02 | There is too much violence in my body. |
| 2007-02-01 | The cat looks around this house and sees ghosts. |
| 2007-01-31 | Basra, Baghdad, Tikrit, a hell on earth. |
| 2007-01-30 | She knew her words would rattle in my head. |
| 2007-01-29 | He met my eyes, his executioner. |
| 2007-01-28 | You are not as random as this suggests. |
| 2007-01-27 | She smiled at me and I was in Heaven. |
| 2007-01-26 | Saturday is a brilliant idea! |
| 2007-01-25 | It may well be that I’m completely wrong. |
| 2007-01-24 | I could not remember the date today. |
| 2007-01-23 | I cling to the sanity of others. |
| 2007-01-22 | Engineered voice of writing, say who speaks. |
| 2007-01-21 | Stack up the sentences like dead bodies. |
| 2007-01-20 | Poetry deserts every sinking ship. |
| 2007-01-19 | I am obsessed with natural disasters. |
| 2007-01-18 | I will encrypt my history in this. |
| 2007-01-17 | Maybe if I stuck to quality wines. |
| 2007-01-16 | Must stop hating America so much. |
| 2007-01-15 | People seem to think I’m an oddity. |
| 2007-01-14 | Sundays were once hell, now they don’t happen. |
| 2007-01-13 | My parents are growing old, somewhere else. |
| 2007-01-12 | Hospitals, a foretaste of what’s to come. |
| 2007-01-11 | The spark of something collective, heart-stop. |
| 2007-01-10 | Ingénue students, a ‘drop-in’ session. |
| 2007-01-09 | Meetings all day with spectres and phantoms. |
| 2007-01-08 | Have I drunk all my memory away? |
| 2007-01-07 | I would rather have my two legs cut off! |
| 2007-01-06 | Pyramid boy will come and rub you out. |
| 2007-01-05 | I cannot stop thinking about her face. |
| 2007-01-04 | She’s fallen in love; clearly she hasn’t. |
| 2007-01-03 | I have written a poem, it will do. |
| 2007-01-02 | If I could only get up earlier! |
| 2007-01-01 | Dedicatory or else sepulchral. |
| 2006-12-31 | New Year, a conservative invention. |
| 2006-12-30 | Today’s achievement, a sparkling toilet. |
| 2006-12-29 | Sometime in the new year the fags will go. |
| 2006-12-28 | I will say only one and the same thing. |
| 2006-12-27 | I am as fat as a pig in its shit. |
| 2006-12-26 | Body, mind, for me that’s insufficient. |
| 2006-12-25 | Christmas is like falling into a pit. |
| 2006-12-24 | If I had the courage I would shoplift. |
| 2006-12-23 | My birthday again, I’m still on the ride. |
Graham Allen has published two collections of print poetry with New Binary Press, 
