ANOTHER CHANCE TO BE GOOD 2007/12/25

And have a merry Christmas
While you’re at it
Signing executive orders
Over to the enemy
While our children are being
Brainwashed cleaner
Than the original slate
As their dreams tumble
Down a tube like some flights
Of unforgiving stairs
To hell and back
On a one way ticket
Near the razor’s edge
Where holidays still smell
Of needles breaking
Your back is so sore
It humbles one to think
Between [...]

Drifting Future 2007/12/17

Channel 9
Two moths
chase light in the alleyway;
burning paper-wings
for love.
Channel 22
Scanning through an abyss
of empty channels
with jaw-dropped & stains on
the white linen
tomorrow complies with
the drifting future
as it chews on fingernails
conscious & aware & alive
& drinking the moon’s reflection
from the face of the lake
The flood of static frames itself
over the wall & the white body
submitting & admitting
to [...]

Dance of the Wind – Dublin 2007/12/14

Channels
NEW IRISH POETRY

Nathan Fagan
Born in Dublin in 1987. After traveling the past few years away (Americas, France, Spain…) the young poet is back in God’s country, where he is preparing to study Literature at Trinity University.
Channel 12

In the artificial light
every midnight, his eyes
are transformed: fixed scenes
performed on the
euro-an-hour beds
of inner-city motels.
Channel 15

[...]

URBAN LOVE STORIES 2007/12/13

by Nathan Fagan
Channel 2

In the woods
a fallen branch curls
for the fire’s flame,
as the highway drives itself
late
into the night.

Channel 3

Beneath streetlamps,
and the hiss of blue neon
on the steps of Cinema L’Amour,
a junky serenades the schoolgirls;
[...]

Channel 7 2007/12/11

by Nathan Fagan
There was a kid today,
Sitting on the concrete slabs that
Jut out from the highway’s busy lip –
He held in his hand a leather-bound Qur’an
& one of his eyes stared East
I moved to speak, with him -
Ask a name, was he alright ?
Did he know where he was ?
But my tongue slipped &
I let [...]

CHANNEL 6 2007/12/10

by Nathan Fagan
Knees shaking
in the city-rain,
and the stuff of dreams is
at the bottom of a beggar’s cup:
a dimebag of rusty nails, of fireflies;
the Virgin Mary made of plastic
stolen from a dashboard.
By the highway,
a little girl sits
counting the headlights
of cars. Her face is
Scarred; a quivering patchwork
of war and the smoke
of progress.
By the [...]

TRUE MEANING OF LIFE 2007/12/04

Foreseeing the future coming very rapidly
Like the earth shaking on its foundations
I live from one perpetual altered state
To the next prophecy about to burst true

Great clouds of ashes cataclysms
Predictions, oracles all point to this
We must mesh technologies quickly
Since our upside-down incoherent ravings
Will not build any safe bridges
For our final crossing

We [...]