I’m attaching a fairly random selection of images that I think may be poetry. The taxidermy owls are in the depot of the Nijmegen museum of natural history, which is across the road from my flat. The organisation of the owls makes this, in my eyes, perfect verse. The Life Is Life billboard was the first thing I saw coming off a ferry in Riga, Latvia. I’m attaching a collage poem made by one Hans, a parent of one of the participants in a collage poetry workshop I gave for a group of 6-to-10-year-olds. Not my own idea, this one, but it’s quite brilliant. The archival material is from a range of nineteenth- and early twentieth-century Irish and Irish diaspora magazines and books.
In the 78th of the Poem Brut series, new poetry by Chris Cusack.