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Open publication - Free publishing - More ireland

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She sits and says a prayer in the morning that she takes another step back from the ledge and the birds outside on the electrical wire sing like the choirs at Zagorsk. She stands by the window and says it’s spring. Minus nine might turn to minus five. She picks the right boots to wear and ties her hair into an Imperial style. This weather is not for everyone; the Empire is frozen and the

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Last night, in the International Bar, I launched a chapbook by Kerrie O'Brien, a young poet from Dublin. Seeing someone make a start as a poet, publishing in magazines and getting their first body of work out, got me thinking about why people do it and, I suppose, what makes them keep doing it. We know it's not for money or fame; even the most cursory involvement with the poetry scene almost

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As some of you may know, my publisher Salmon Poetry is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year. To mark the occasion, Salmon has been holding events throughout the year, all over Ireland, Britain and the USA. As 2011 draws to a close, Salmon is putting on a couple of gala readings, showcasing many of the writers on its list, at Charlie Byrnes Bookshop, Galway on the 28th October and the

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As part of the Salmon Poetry 30th celebrations, several poets from Ireland and the UK will read at the Troubadour Club in London on Monday 17th October. Details are here. Alan Jude Moore has been short-listed twice for the Hennessy Prize; his third collection is Strasbourg (2011); Julian Stannard taught English & American Lit. at University of Genoa for many years— The Parrots of Villa Gruber

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flags wave on the precipice lead down to the soundof horns and harps unknown songs dictate the pace heavy bootsthumping slabs in time flags wave on the precipice music plays from deep historic drains how little we know of these others these patriots using our names speaking of indivisibility from out on the other side from Strasbourg (Salmon Poetry, 2010)

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 Spotted in the filological faculty gardens of St. Petersburg State University: a sculpture depicting a sort of homemade steampunk tank with a flag bearing the slogan "за Гоголя" (For Gogol). A very Russian joke.

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Alan Jude Moore.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13740120040377141419noreply@blogger.com0St Petersburg, Russia, 19000059.93939228038973 30.29815586347649559.92509378038973 30.267265863476496 59.953690780389735 30.329045863476495tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619236849483235056.post-15537742826234002852011-05-03T22:40:00.000+01:002011-05-03T22:40:39.726+01:00

Last night wandered completely through the terminal In the morning some October a sort of sunlight slides down the building These spaces surrounded by effigies of love burn a little less Across the balconies familiar bodies fade into each other Outside the window heartbreaks tripped on the street faces fly in the face of another shadows lost in the brown glass

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The cobblestones have been cleaned of blood. With the sun they almost shine in the morning. Three young women walk in Pushkin’s steps. Mapping their way around the palace.   Shouts from on top of frozen water. The others are running in the wrong direction.   Where are we going through the deep snow? Deep through the snow where everyone goes. I have seen these faces

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16 Earlsfort Terrace, Dublin 2 Here Mr.Monck first made electrical measurement of starlight, around the corner from the synagogue and all the ancient gauging of God. So we carry on: to measure the pressure of effervescence, the weight of joy on some, the length of sadness, the depth of sin, the carbons and proteins that hold us together. Down long dark lines of cobble and leaves

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the castle sits on top of streams and remains buried deep in the solid tracts of all that time passed since founding since walls formed over forgotten gold and silver running beneath us in underground seams another thing undiscovered like the bore holes and well shafts silted over half driven into the world our small communications measured in torsion our paw prints marked on iron railings

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I am waiting here for the running of the bulls by the broken chassis and humming bird voices the tears of candles melting from the balcony and the perfume of burning funeral flowers I am waiting here for the turning of the tides by the foundation walls and cracked Grecian tiles the fundamental noises deep beneath the oceans dead gulls pulled down strangled shores I am waiting here for trumpet

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this dark green water dulled by rain clouds hung over rusted barn buildings and outhouses corrugated shelters barely standing by rested rolling stock and motorway plumage cable               lines                           broken pieces of tile and porcelain scattered on the tarmac in heaps behind the depot will be washed away into effluent and leaves become ancient someday buried in the

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SATURDAY 5 MARCH 1.15pm: The Cube, Project Arts Centre, Essex Street, Dublin 2DUBLIN, ITS PLACE IN POETRY in association with Dublin UNESCO City of LiteraturePeter Sirr, Gerard Smyth, Michael O’Loughlin, Iggy McGovern, Jessie Lendennie, Alan Jude Moore, Máighréad MedbhTickets: €5 – all tickets can be exchanged at the event for €5 Dublin Book Festival Bookshop Voucher! Click here to BOOK NOW!! or

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Got back last week from the USA where I did readings in Pittsburgh and Washington DC. Big thanks to everyone at The New Yinzer Presents reading series in Pittsburgh and to Manuel in DC for hosting the Salmon Poetry reading at his Pigment Art Studios in Adams Morgan. All went well, all was good. Until the next time America...

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Salmon Poetry Events WASHINGTON DC, Pigment Art Studio - Salmon 30th Anniversary Gala Reading & Book Launch to celebrate Salmon’s 30th Anniversary: WASHINGTON DC, Pigment Art Studio - Salmon 30th Anniversary Gala Reading & Book Launch to celebrate Salmon’s 30th Anniversary Date: Friday, February 04, 2011 Time: 8 p.m. Venue: Pigment Art Studio, 1848 Columbia Road Northwest, Washington D.C., DC

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rats run under the track the tracks are rat riddled we travel on skeleton trains carting our bones over the river like cells in blood pumped around the body; falling leaves and creaking voiced stations wait for us the shopping bags and boys in nylon suits take up space left by women of a certain age encased in proteins and immunitas wrapped in hope against decay the throwaway brides fancying

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Shine light on the edge of the square and there a clutch of the creatures brass necks and ostrich eyes guffaw grins and slapped sore thighs walk without waking through the lanes the baton charge and horseback riders weighing up with pounds and ounces how to stop these kilograms from taking hold and spreading over the marble halls and archways     now calculate in museums of science the length

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That's 2010 almost over and done with. It has been a gas. Anyway, next year, for anyone interested, after a January of inactivity, I'll be reading in Pittsburgh, PA and Washington DC in early February; Dublin and Galway in March and somewhere else outside the Pale - not sure where yet - in the spring as part of a Salmon Poetry reading series. All the details will be posted, as usual, when

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Condutture Quando esci in balcone sospesa sul ciglio del 15° piano ti protendi nell’aria come potendola toccare e la attraversi come se fosse una specie di cosmo la cui mappa e tragitti sono noti e le nozioni che lei aveva su particelle degli esseri umani che spariscono nell’abbraccio di un altro o in leggi naturali assolute pensi a questo poi no a questo livello l’ossigeno non serve puoi

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Вытяжки  когда выходишь на балкон прикреплённый к стене на 15-м этаже попадаешь на воздух как в космос потянись и дотронься рукой пробегись по нему как по карте звёздного неба у себя на стене всё что знала она из чего состоит человек исчезает в объятьях другого пропадает в законах природы ныне думаешь обо всём об этом на ином уровне кислород тебе больше не нужен дотягиваешься и хватаешь

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A couple of poems from Lost Republics, along with a new poem, have just been published at 3:AM Magazine. There's also a photo of the inside of a lift made out of a door from an old Aeroflot plane. It's all at the link.

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Looking through Lost Republics, it occurred to me that there might be some elements of the book, the Russian bits, that could do with a little explaining or at least a glossing over. As a book of poetry is certainly no place for explanations, these have been posted instead as a sort of glossary. More will be added shortly.I - Passing the Telegraphs & Orekhovo.II - Zagorsk & New Soviet Sky.III -

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Iodine (Page 41) - Tobolsk was one of the holding points for the Tsarist Romanov family en route to Ekaterinburg, following the revolution in Russia. Many Russians of Polish, Ukrainian and German ethnicity were sent to Siberia at the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War (WWII). Many were sent so as to remove them from Moscow and the front but also to employ their expertise in setting up industrial

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Fine Art (Page 20) - The Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts in Moscow houses one of the largest collections of art in Russia. It is, along with the Tretykov Gallery, one of the most popular art museums in Moscow. In Russia, men are still conscripted to do national service. At the moment it consists of two years service in the army (often border duty) or one year in the navy. The blackened remains of a

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Zagorsk (page 18) - Zagorsk was the name given by the Soviet authorities to the town of Sergiev Posad. At the heart of the town is a monastery complex important to Orthodox believers. The town was renamed because of the strong religious connotations of its original moniker. In common with many places in post-Soviet Russia, however, it is often referred to by its Soviet name despite the original

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Passing the Telegraphs (Page 11) - This poem is about a train journey between St. Petersburg and Moscow. Peter is slang for St. Petersburg. Tver is a city along the way where the train stops and locals, usually pensioners, sell snacks or drinks on the platform. The Kavkaz refers to the Caucasus region; usually in Russia, the reference is taken to mean the North Caucasus region. This is the part

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I received some copies of Lost Republics this week and I noticed that I neglected to tell the publisher, Salmon Poetry (who have done a wonderful job by the way), what the monument on the cover is actually called.It's called the monument To The Conquerors of Space and it's located in the All-Russian Exhibition Centre (commonly referred to as VDNKh) in Moscow. The cover photo was taken by my

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Clouds open over the line and fires burn somewhere across the flat topography. We are crawling through the snow like an endless hunk of metal. When we get there I will have nothing to tell you. Only that along the way we were seated in carriage number five, drew breath through the door that would not shut completely and drank beers with a girl from Peter. Trees continue across the plain. It’s

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Black State Cars"Like all true poets, Alan Jude Moore is galvanised into urgent poetic utterance by everything that strikes upon his highly tuned sensitivity. His is a precise, energetic, inclusive vision, married to an excellent sureness and spontaneity of voice. Black State Cars demonstrates both how devotedly and scrupulously Moore controls his profound emotions in the interests of authentic

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Poems from "BLACK STATE CARS" were recently published in Russian by the Moscow literary journal, NOVAYA JUNOST.

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Some poems published in translation by Italian literary journal PELAGOS. They did a special Irish edition and several Irish poets are included in the issue.

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Mandelstam (pg 36) - Osip Mandelstam was a Russian poet (although born in Warsaw), exiled by the Stalinist authorities to Vladivostok where he died in 1938. He spent time in Voronezh, a city about 800 km south of Moscow.Several Russian nuclear submarines were named after cities heavily involved in the Second World War (or the Great Patriotic War as it is known in Russia). One of these vessels was

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Debut collection from Salmon Poetry (2004) - Winner of the Salmon Publication Prize for a first collection.Salmon Poetry Anthology (2007) - Edited by Jessie Lendennie, the anthology contains work from each poet who has been published by Salmon since its inception in 1981.New Collection from Salmon Poetry (2008)

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