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Tag Archives: manchester
There is a light. How poetry is helping us find hope this week in Manchester
I teach English in an inner-city Manchester school. It’s been a tough week. Monday night’s terrorist attack created a backdrop of sirens, questions and uncertainty. Our school is as diverse as the wider city, we have a palette of pupils from … Continue reading
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Tagged Education, lemn sissay, manchester, mike garry, poetry, teaching, Tony Walsh
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Fourth Generation Verbs
A poem about ancestry and the distances between us, inspired by Tony Walsh I never really thought about my own Irish ancestry, growing up in Manchester. You didn’t really have to. It was everywhere; from the surnames in the register … Continue reading
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Tagged family, history, Ian O'Brien, Irish ancestry, longfella, manchester, Manchester Ship Canal, midasinreverse, navigators, poetry, Tony Walsh
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For the love of Love On The Dole: A love-letter to Walter Greenwood, via my granddad. And Morrissey
I’m a firm believer that books wait for you. Like fishing in reverse, they let you pick them, pull them down from the shelf, let you start them, let you in, sometimes let you devour them in a single sitting; … Continue reading
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Tagged austerity, books, family, literature, love on the dole, manchester, morrissey, politics, reading, review, Salford, walter greenwood
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Fantastico: In Praise of Longfella and Project-Based Learning
Poetry, as I explained to the class, was never a real thing for me, as a schoolkid. For us, poets didn’t exist. They lived only in dusty books on that shelf of the library that nobody could reach. So, to … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, creative writing, creativity, Education, longfella, manchester, pedagogy, poetry, project based learning, teaching poetry
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Calcium
Today is Manchester Day. This is a poem I wrote about the way the city stays with you, even (as in this case) as you leave it, it will draw you back.
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Tagged calcium, england, ian o'brien poetry, identity, manchester, manchester day, midas in reverse, poetry
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There Is A Light
Just listened to Mike Garry talking about the Smiths on Radio 4 (check out his blog godisamanc.wordpress.com.) Got me thinking about the first time I heard the Smiths. Just left this response on Mike’s page: I don’t know what I’m … Continue reading
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Tagged godisamanc, Ian O'Brien, manchester, memories, middleton, mike garry, music, smithdom, Smiths, teenage angst
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Where You Are (In Memoriam: Robert Stuart 1924-2012)
When my granddad died, I wanted to write something for him, but couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. When we took the train to Newcastle to scatter his ashes in the Tyne, I wanted to say something, but couldn’t. This … Continue reading
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Tagged family, gorton, granddad, grief, Ian O'Brien, ian o'brien poet, loss, manchester, memories, midasinreverse, newcastle, poem, poet, poetry, robert stuart, where you are
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