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Myself and my fellow fenland refugee are organising small readings here in gloried Dublin. Actually, I’m hardly doing anything, but will bark in the shadow for cake.

We’ve chosen the name for Reinhard Döhl’s classic 1965 German concrete poem, apfel. Consider Dublin poetry, dem konkreten Apfel.

The where is Monster Truck, 72 Francis Street. The when is 20.00 10 12 08. Hear Maurice Scully. Watch.