In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Tag: The Second Coming by YB Yeats

  • Naming the Beast of the Year


      This beast has our country’s contours written all over it. It has leapt from out of the ruins of the city, those hollow squares, and from the great labrynth below ground where the thread got tangled, and from the wi-fi and the wires through which we do not speak but intone like digital toys…