Tonight's Poet Corner: New Year's Revolution
New Year's Revolution by Belinda Roddie Past the empty bottles of gin and vodka and Russian and Spanish and French neglect, there's a swell of energy from the dawn of a new grandfather clock with overgrown second hand whiskers. There's a need for running and cheering and clapping and hoping and praying and thinking that maybe, just maybe, a miracle will occur that didn't happen the year before. While in other parts of the world, people gnash their teeth, others slosh their innards with peach-spiced influenza, while you, on your handheld recorder of galaxies, start to contemplate conquering a post office for James Connolly, with his stone hands raised high, as Easter meant revolution over resurrection - so a new year will mean to you.