. . . a new song I’m recovered from my hunger strike and this morning woke with this new song in my head. The Ballad of Moby Dick Tune: The Spermwhale Fishery You may call me Ishmael I’m the hero of this song And if you’ll pay attention I’ll not detain you long, brave boys, … Continue reading
At 9am on Tuesday, October 13, I shall begin a hunger strike against the kafkaesque machinations of the Department of Work and Pensions and will be picketing the DWP offices at Westfield House, 85 Manningham Lane, BD1 3BE, Bradford, West Yorkshire until I obtain satisfaction from them. A week ago I was advised that a DWP representative … Continue reading
Poetry is An incantation a magic spell an eruption of joy a cry for help a sermon in stone a memory of tomorrow a foretaste of yesterday a longing a promise broken a forgetting an erasure an undeleting a rewriting a finding a losing a discovery a revelation an unknowing a shout a whisper a … Continue reading
Karl Dallas Day 