Category craic

train-spotting

Poetry has an image problem. Really, it does. In the popular imagination, poets are loners who skulk in bedsits. They’re self-obsessed and melancholic, socially inept and badly dressed, and their work is so clod-hoppingly awful that the mere threat they’ll…
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kicking and screaming

So here it is. Craic. The new kid on this particular website’s block. For some months now I’ve been meaning to set up some kind of blog, a page where I can get up on my hind legs and spout…
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