He was 16 when he set off on his own to blow up parts of England. His time in a borstal gave him the materiel for a book. He wrote poetry in both Gaelic and English. He had famous friends across the globe. He stayed in the Chelsea Hotel. He drank himself to death. He was Brendan Behan. This is his poem.
Pablo Neruda, that renowned and principled Chilean poet, is a favourite of Rebel Voice. Neruda won a Nobel Prize for literature and was a lifelong socialist stalwart. It was his political and humanitarian beliefs, as well as his success as a writer, that lead to the fascist, General Pinochet, having the scribe murdered whilst sick. […]
The Free Market Without Food The Capitalist’s plump paws pinched his purse tightly as he looked at me, forlorn. I’m well-fed but hollow, he said, But I can’t stop what I am. And the greasy tears swept down His shiny bloated face And the insatiable desires gripped fiercely As he shuddered violently And shook […]