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Category: Poetry
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Adam ‘Shuffle T’ Woollard explains how you can learn how to remember the first 100 digits of pi in no time at all – all while spicing up your battle rapping skills.
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A poem from NITRB interviewee Samantha Maw
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Descending jellyfish legs bolt down like an awning…new poetry from Ben Armstrong
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“Nietzsche did warn us not to stare” – new writing from Ben Armstrong
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“Terribly magnificent” – for remembrance day, we have chosen 13 war poems, which you can read for free here
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Before long I am deep in the earth in a chamber with all of you. We fell fast, then through wet ground as droplets cast down from clouds beating out their Sunday best after a week’s drought. We must have been high to have fallen this far //hammered into the ground, bent…
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All that… what was it? I don’t know. Some dusty thoughts, the glimmer of decay enthralled by sudden sunlight, caught in play- ful, random, giddy dance, although the tendency is to a slow, indelible descent, to settle, gray, on everything, as each mote drags the day closer to closing. Let them go. Driving digits through grime, you scrawled…
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Oh, you rascal, you’ve been placing candles On the backs of tortoises again, Haven’t you? It’s been a while since You last went plundering, and things are not, Not quite, as you remembered, scurrying In all directions as you try to prise Them from their fixed accommodations, and Now your whole sense of self is…
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She works her fingers into an old stump, down to the soft splinters, the harmless pricks that goad no more, that turn to pulp beneath persuasive hands. She runs her fingers over a stone, dwells on its round perfection, long in birth and long in death, a moment etched on a compendium of etchings. She rakes her…
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‘Flit’ – a new poem by Aaron Novick
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