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"I have just spent half an hour enchanted by your website.

I commend you for original thought, and I embrace 99% of what I read and saw.

Wow !"

- Vann Turner, July 2015.



25th April 2013


Over the past four years, I have visited and revisited your
Beyond the Pale website - which has now come to be a very sophisticated,
multi-media experience, as well as a truly thought-provoking, and quite frankly, revolutionarily-spiritual creation.

Thank you for the vibrant, clever, and energetic dismantling of our preconceptions,
and your continued creativity.
Thank you for your integrity and resistance to the hell
of our Hollywood-dominated culture.

Of course you know from the Dao
that you can be multi-orgasmic and non-ejaculatory
in hetero-sex as well !

Marcus Billson, California.




1st October 2012

I just discovered your multiple website & blogs last night
and it happened to be a white one, so I've been reading...and reading...

I also found a free e-book of your work on a poetry website. Amazing!

Bo Misfit, Liechtenstein.

Eric Chaet, De Pere, Wisconsin, on 6th November, 2010

You're one of the people the pretenders pretend to be.



"This is one of the most fun and interesting sites I've ever visited. Great art, wonderful poems from the abstract to the highbrow. I only wish the French poetry page had a translation. There is also archeology...could spend the whole day here.
...Easy to negotiate, clear and uncluttered website, full of wonderful pages and links. The Doggy pages are wonderful.
This should be six stars, but will have to give it [our maximum] ."

Shane Land Poetry Search Engine

from Dave in Grand Rapids, Michigan on 24th January, 2009

I found this site last night at 4:00 a.m. as I awoke - and my mind spun as it usually does between the ever-contemporary struggle of trying find a time to just be and avoid the absorption into the modern insanity that we call culture, society, or man.

What a gift you have given and a chance find here in the darkness another kind of light!


« Here is great poetry, which penetrates deeply into the mind and galvanises it like electroshock.
It communicates your perception of the pain,
the global pain of other people,
all humankind, and the whole universe.
But at the same time it somehow makes you stronger and ... wiser... »

- Alexander Yaniushkin, Russia, April 2005


from Rachel in Houston, Texas, on 18th June, 2009.

Your poems and your artwork are haunting and visceral.
You are able to illustrate in words what so many of us feel and can't express.
I feel less alone, because someone else feels - never the same - but similar.

Your work helped me during a very dark period in my life.
I lived two thirds of my life in severe toxic psychosis due to an undetected allergy.
I was self destructive and bordering on suicidal because of it,
and the only self-worth I had was wrapped up in my intellect.
When I found out what was wrong, and detoxed, I felt like I was coming out of a fog,
but still felt very lost.
When I was trying to bridge the gap between insanity and sanity, I found your poetry.
I read it over and over again, most especially 'Shade More Than Man'.

Your words touch me deeply, and I will always associate them with the time I became less fragile and finally turned into a functional human capable of self-actualization instead of just survival.
I am far removed from the person I was then, and some of the thanks for that goes to you.

"Just to tell you that yesterday at a meeting of contemporary Tamil poets and scientists I read aloud an Albanian poem from your website. Everyone was amazed that though some of us don't even know where Albania is on the world map, we could feel the same pulse throb here in a remote Indian town, writing in a language as old as Sanskrit, but unread, unknown, unsung... like the Albanians ?"

Gowri Ramnarayan, Tamil Nadu, South India.


"Your web site is inspiring and truly powerful, in its commitment to liberation and expressions of truth.
And one of the few which I welcome and never tire of reading."

- Doug Draime, July 2007



Reviews of: Dispatches from the War
Against the World:

"'The voice of Honest Indignation' before its time�"
- Kathleen Raine

"These poems are in every good sense of the word sensational. Mr Weir is a most provocative and endearing poet of the passions.
"His honesty shines and transforms every word. I'm reading the poems again and again."
- James Kirkup

"I found myself wondering if anyone has read poetry of this sort since Swift or Donne�
"This is a book that, once you read, you want to encourage everyone to read�.It is a pity that the'major publishers' still lack the guts to publish poetry that matters."
- Kevin Bailey, The Haiku Quarterly.

painting by Anthony Weir

of: Book Disease
and Fearful Symmetry

"These two chapbooks co-authored by Andi Garwood and Anthony Weir are just the sort of booklets one should be reading. Both poets have attitude and talent, but above all they are virile - and virility in British poetry is still at a premium despite Alvarez's plea forty years ago that we should be less genteel and decent - to which real virility is the antithesis....
"There is an irony and a non-lethal quality of real philosophy in almost every poem. The work of these poets is that rare beastie: a literate and lyrical poetry that makes one think about, and question, the accepted rules governing our lives and world."
- Kevin Bailey, The Haiku Quarterly.

Self-portrait in the bath

of: The Transcendental Hotel:

"I keep this book among a small pile of books which claim my attention when I climb out from underneath my work."
- Tom Stoppard

"�what an incredible rage of witty /wise/weird sense/sound/cultural-reference-&-imaginative bombast Anthony Weir covers�"
- Cathal Dallat

Irish Landscape by Anthony Weir


of: Womb of Half-fogged Mirrors

"It is an extraordinary document, the repetitions not least. This book will help anyone caring for a relative with dementia."
- Alan Bennett

"A kind of diary of a woman in the initial stages of dementia, in the form of notes to her dead sister and her unacknowledged son (who adds a brief commentary). Her preoccupations with good coffee, wine and warmth are engaging; I found it compulsive reading."
- Sue Benson,
Journal of Dementia Care.

"This book invites the reader to experience, rather than merely observe, what is happening in all its incompleteness - incomplete because of course the memory itself is incomplete. I think it will be of genuine use to people."
- Michael Holroyd


of: This Website:

"I'm very jealous of your index page.
VERY very professional.
I'm a professional webmaster so I'm jealous as all get out."
- Fritters


Selfportrait-metamorphoto by Anthony Weir




Frederik Wolff

Portrait of Anthony Weir in 2003 by Artëm Kotenko

Anthony Weir's poems are different from any others written in English. There may be echoes of Yeats, Blake, Lawrence, Wallace Stevens, perhaps even (faintly) of Donne and Swinburne, but he - a dedicated and lifelong Outsider, eschewing publishers, literary magazines all other Irish poets, and society in general - seems to be writing outside the tradition. There have been no dissident poets in Ireland until now.

Regarding himself as 'an atheist Untouchable, somewhere between Emily Dickinson, Nietzsche and William Blake' - and one of the last people in Ireland to heat his water for cooking and washing on a kettle over a fire - he claims that English poetry is dead. Not that it was ever exactly vibrant [he says], what with the clever less-than-profundities of Shakespeare, the arid sophistication of the pre-Romantics, and the risible posturings of the Romantics represented by a revered poem to a nightingale which in its second line denies that it is a bird. English poetry finally gave up the ghost in Eliot's Four Quartets, and the phenomenal success of 'Famous S�amus' Heaney is the numbingly-acceptable rattling of the same polished bones.

Perhaps the language - and tradition - that Weir should be writing in is Arabic or Persian. For his trenchancy recalls not only the great Omar Khayyám, who (along with Rilke and Yeats and the great Haiku-writers) is one of the greatest thinking poets of all time, but a great and noble Arabic tradition of dissent that few Westerners know about. Weir, as Entropic Poet is strikingly similar to the 10th century blind Syrian poet Abu al-�Ala al-Ma�arri - an intellectual, pessimist ascetic in the tradition of Diogenes of Sinope, who despised most other poets because he considered them frivolous or fawning. This is the kind of correspondance which Vedic texts call Bandhu: a conjugation, a binding of concurring thought across the ages.

At the same time, Anthony Weir links up with the East European poets of the Cold War period. He refers, in Post-Millennium Maggot *, to his favourite modern poet, Vasko Popa, a Serb whose poetry is adult where modern English poetry is neotenous, self-regarding, frivolous, fawning, anecdotal and trivial. He is also impressed by post-war Finnish and Macedonian poetry, and quotes from the great exiled Romanian poet, Ion Caraion.

Although he has translated poetry from the Old Irish, his work has nothing to do with the self-indulgence of modern Irish writing, which he despises as "all crafty form and little content like the civilisation (98% smash-and-grab and 2% art) we are trapped in". He does not feel Irish, or even European, but Outsiderish, "ashamed to be human" - thus a 'transcendental-nihilist poet of entropy', a lone voice against the self-justification of the life-denying cultures that have overrun the world.

[*published in THE HELLS GOING ON, Dissident Editions 1999.]



translated from the Arabic of
Abu al-'Alá' Al-Ma'arri
(Blind Baghdadi, 973-1057)

by Anthony Weir


God help us! we've all sold our integrity
to a business in the hands of the Receiver.
We don't count as creditors to be paid
and will inevitably be cheated.
Yet, given a choice between this swindling enterprise
and a state of authenticity
we'd always back corruption over honesty.


The comet: has it nerves in its long tail
- or is it dead ? Is it sentient
or just a flaming rock ?

Some believe in life beyond the grave
while others say we're only bits of meat.

I'd say: let's not be ugly beings,
let's do what's beautiful -
for I know that Consciousness
near death repents its wizened skin
which started out so fresh - and may do so again.

Selfportrait-metamorphoto by Anthony Weir

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