in a pink gold sky swifts feed on the wing Sallynoggin sunset Sallynoggin sunset from yard to yard dogs bark to each other

Got these today, interesting looking memoir and novel.

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choral director talks of muscles of sound our torsos sing

Lyn Hejinian. A torrent of philosophy, enquiry, sheer poetry. A poet full of spark, her voice, her eyes are alive, she's funny, takes words to special places. An antidote to the trashing of language that we now see in our world. She 'loves to be astonished' by the beauty of life. Check this out.

dandelion diaspora seeking a place to land     -Sondra J. Byrnes https://tinywords.com/2026/07/06/49530/

Fantastic hoedown reworking of a venomous masterpiece. These Ionic Original Recordings from Dylan are something else. www.youtube.com/watch?v=ia_8...

Pleased that the Haiku Foundation and Maeve O'Sullivan picked a haiku of mine as Haiku of the Day. It's at this link. Theme for month of July is birds.

Haiku found The Pillow Book of Sei Shōnagon incense traces in the inner chamber storm clouds gather twilight women share love letters cuckoo’s cry brushing the frost from each other’s wings mandarin ducks little girl eats strawberries snow on plum blossoms

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Leabhar iontach a tháinig sa phost inniu.

Leonora Carrington wreathed in cigarette smoke unearthly dragons dark bats

Shinobazu Pond 俳句 : Bluesky Quarterly Review (2026) #2 #haiku #senryu

a wee spider scurrying on a blank page a man starts to write

water ban a garter snake in the shade #DailyHaikuPrompt

nearly there all of the sounds an old car makes #TheDailyHaiku

'Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool/and when sees his reflection, he's fulfilled...' - Bob Dylan

Latest poetry/poetry related books and magazines. Leabhair agus irisí filíochta nua.

Pride in Dublin through a heaving crowd a man gathers cans Pride in Dublin on the last bus home a woman talks of her fears

Pride in Dublin on a woman's neck her lover's bite

Met Éireann have given me to think it is snowing in Northern Ireland. Maybe we should all get the train to Belfast to avoid the heat.

the air burns near a deep green wood three buzzards circle

the air burns in a garden in Paris soldiers carry guns

This is a beautiful book on Tang Dynasty poets. A joy to read, even with my limited French (dictionary needed), and just looks gorgeous too.

J. G. Ballard saw it coming.

Poem by H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

Book booty from Paris. A nice wee haul.

With daughter Eithne in the City of Light.

In Paris, poetry and sweltering heat.

Alan Vega sings of Wounded Knee the sky is burning poison

Sallynoggin sunset even the blackbirds are silent now

Insurrection by Alan Vega, to put it mildly, is mind blowing. Dark industrial noise, spooky keyboards, lyrics half-spoken half sung like a demented Elvis Presley in hell. Both discomforting and addictive. An apocalyptic creation if ever there was one.

Belfast long ago the Stranglers singing of the howling of wolves

Poem by Hannah Copley.

Ultimate mad hypnotic punk-disco anthem of American psychosis: www.youtube.com/watch?v=64M8...

Racists in Belfast go on about 'alien culture'. Well, I like all sorts of cultures, and so does Belfast. This sounds like a magic festival.

Typhoon le Joseph Conrad aistrithe go Gaeilge ag Seosamh Mac Grianna. As cló le fada an lá; clúdach galánta.

Today's secondhand CD booty. Particularly delighted with Suicide, amazing stuff - imagine Lou Reed fused with 80s New York disco and German electro-pop; saw them once in London back in the 80s.

Haiku by Natsume Sōseki.

Belfast anti racism rally today, massive crowd. Nó pasaran!

Garrowby Hill (1998) by David Hockney

To all friends in the Belfast area, be there and spread the word.

a wee blackbird sings o'er Belfast Lough another pogrom ends

Extract from How complete + final the feeling as I lift its curve in the net — Ellen Dillon Some lovely writing...

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Just utterly beautiful.

Poem about Belfast by Maurice Craig. On my mind a lot these days.

fires light the night sky may the Lord in His mercy be kind to Belfast

Henry Street sunset a homeless couple building their cardboard house

teenage boy texts by the train tracks a blackbird sings