The Arithmetic of Love In the beginning we were carried away by each other’s figures And applied ourselves wholeheartedly to multiplication. Love
Well, my dears, greetings from my world of words, word of worlds I do not faff, I epiphanise. I am air. I am tangerine air and I waft through
Oedipus Rex Quite long ago, there lived a prince Whose sense of fun would make you wince. Instead of polo, he would rather Have a spot of
The Mole The goal of a mole is a very big hole From the very first day he’s born. The goal of a mole is a very big hole in my lawn! And if
Ideal ‘Ideal’ Ha! As if there is objective perfection the closest I shall venture will be I deal with my problems’
At 10pm on Friday May 3rd, following on from the opening of this year’s festival by Senator Catherine Noone, and readings by Vona Groarke