finally finds her utopia her community of freedom. And now Dagny Taggart finds herself in Galt’s Gulch in Atlantis on her hands and knees wiping up the pee of the Men of the Mind because they are evidently not also the Men of Good Aim. She thinks as she pushes the damp rag into the filthy crevasses behind the toilet bowl that she had hoped for a different role in Stopping the Motor of the World.
Tag: Poetry
The Vice Chancelor looks forward to welcoming staff and students back to campus
I am standing here today In front of the Domminic Cummings Building Ever so pleased to be looking forward to … More
It’s the hope that kills you – a general election poem
It really is It’s that you allowed yourself to believe You dared yourself to dream that things may be different … More
Toxic positivity, joy, utopias and anti-casualisation activism
I’m still processing last week’s #ToxicPositivity Summit, where we (@CymruPrecarity ) had a chance to talk experience and tactics with other anti-casualisation and … More
Swimming back to shore
The moment I got free of you Was the moment I realised That you were not worthy of my hatred … More
Snowflake Anthem
When I was three years old
Whenever I hurt myself
I’d run to my parents for comfort
And they would ask me
Where did you hurt yourself?
I would drag them across the flat
To the table
Or chair
Or doorframe
Which had hurt me
And shout
There! That is where my hurt myself!
And my parents would tell off the offending object
Until I felt better
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For Dolores
Content notice: This poem includes descriptions of sexual harassment and makes references to sexual assault and abuse. If you choose to share this poem on social media please include a content notice with your post.
I got told what to call this poem by my male colleague
This poem is for all the men Who have sacrificed their time To explain my research to me. In train … More
Resilience or Fuck You Neoliberalism – a strike poem
I should do a squat every day My yoga teacher tells me While I am perched awkwardly on my mat … More
