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Overture
(A minor Blues danced and sung by uisge beatha* sweet to me in order to adress
the Celtic nations formally-infamously drunk)
“Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come: (William Butler Yeats)
“or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London. Was the first to die. (Dylan Thomas)
I couldn't make it to Baile Átha Cliath in time
because I was delayed in
Béal Feirste
for the most of my better not to be wasted time
and this was going on and this was
how and why:
among those gunned down without bloody holy mary mercy in a disaster (or let me rephrase by way of quotingvoting for Gadda': Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana)
that already Dylan Thomas had first observed and
then covered and then recorded and reported, what is oh so typically Belfast …
among those killed in the dusk raid
was a sweet sixteen all in vain because she is – state the fact – dead now and and ever so pointlessly and in the same vein it is pretty hard to stand they do that all the time,
just out of the wicked blue
a short-range projectile
cut her heart in two
in the very same
moment her's and my
tongues played to each other
a bit of hank chinaski
comes it too
love poems I write for exclusively she
says so: she says after reading me for wet and hot:
scusi baby, but I just died and would you mind to notice ---
--------------------------
*uisge beatha "whisky"<--water of life
informed by:
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quer_pastic...a_Merulana
http://youtu.be/RDy3sy3tffE (among those killed in the dawn raid was a man aged a hundred) <--- I hope that was pretty obvious )that I am referring to this poem
" Or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London,. Was the first to die. (from Ceremony after a fire raid, a poem by Dylan Thomas)
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"I couldn't make it to Baile Átha Cliath in time
because I was delayed in
Béal Feirste "
means:
I (id est: Northern Ireland)
am delayed in joining the FREE Republic of Eire because of the mess I am telling you about here!
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I made a very grave mistake! While I wanted to beg the Irish to lay down their weapons I kindled the fire (I refer to the subtitle, which I now will delete)
I apologize to all parties involved. To clarify: I make no difference between The English and the Celts.
And now when I quote Dylan Thomas I do not mean the London of today.
The Irish mess as everyone knows and should not forget, started several hundreds years ago.
I will still keep the Altars of London quote because it is a historical fact even if metaphorized and I do not think it is helpful to deny this fact.
I am German and you can imagine I do not like the historical fact that Germans massacred half of Europe, but still and in order to avoid that a crime like that will ever happen again, it is essential to first off all accept those facts in the sense of coping with traumata. In order to heal your wounds it is not exactly helpful to ignore them.
And why is that my business at all, you may ask? It is so not because I am Jesus meek and mild God beware! but a human being, and now the message has spread that also in Belfast human beings exist and when humans can massacre each other in Belfast, then I am afraid that it is a hardly deniable fact that it follows quite obviously logically that human beings can just as well kill each other in Munich, too. And - quer pasticciaccio brutto - that gory mess can happen in Rome all the same.
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It's a tricky subject to tackle without upsetting somebody, particularly if you don't have a thorough understanding of the history and politics of Ulster.
Why are you using the Gaelic forms of Belfast and Dublin? Are you aware of the politics of the Gaelic language, how there is resentment (from both sides) about how it has been used as a political football in the North? Perhaps you are aware, and that is the point?
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(04-05-2013, 11:23 PM)serge gurkski Wrote: Overture
(A minor Blues danced and sung by uisge beatha* sweet to me in order to adress
the Celtic nations formally-infamously drunk)
“Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come: (William Butler Yeats)
“or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London. Was the first to die. (Dylan Thomas)
I couldn't make it to Baile Átha Cliath in time
because I was delayed in
Béal Feirste
for the most of my better not to be wasted time
and this was going on and this was
how and why:
among those gunned down without bloody holy mary mercy in a disaster (or let me rephrase by way of quotingvoting for Gadda': Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana)
that already Dylan Thomas had first observed and
then covered and then recorded and reported, what is oh so typically Belfast …
among those killed in the dusk raid
was a sweet sixteen all in vain because she is – state the fact – dead now and and ever so pointlessly and in the same vein it is pretty hard to stand they do that all the time,
just out of the wicked blue
a short-range projectile
cut her heart in two
in the very same
moment her's and my
tongues played to each other
a bit of hank chinaski
comes it too
love poems I write for exclusively she
says so: she says after reading me for wet and hot:
scusi baby, but I just died and would you mind to notice ---
--------------------------
*uisge beatha "whisky"<--water of life
informed by:
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quer_pastic...a_Merulana
http://youtu.be/RDy3sy3tffE (among those killed in the dawn raid as a man aged a hundred) <--- I hope that was pretty obvious )that I am referring to this poem
" Or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London,. Was the first to die. (from Ceremony after a fire raid, a poem by Dylan Thomas) Hi Serge,
Still churning out your stuff, I see. I lived and worked in Befast and Dubh
Linn and can confirm you are a token Irishman. The poem? I have no idea. James Joyce eats Dylan Thomas and vomits uncontrollably, perhaps, as Brendan often did. Its all Irish to me and I love the place and the people.
Have you got a fuck-buddy yet? No, thought not. Go get a shag and then write something beautiful which doesn't end up in a fuck-fest or a serial self-abuse session, there's a good fellow. 
Best (I am back)
tectak ( forced rhyme with "I'm" avoided)
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(04-08-2013, 07:13 PM)Crepuscule Wrote: It's a tricky subject to tackle without upsetting somebody, particularly if you don't have a thorough understanding of the history and politics of Ulster. <<< regardless, i am afraid, of how thorough : the upsetting is unavoidable.
Why are you using the Gaelic forms of Belfast and Dublin? Are you aware of the politics of the Gaelic language, how there is resentment (from both sides) about how it has been used as a political football in the North? Perhaps you are aware, and that is the point?
Gaelic: yesterday night , I thought long about it and could not come up with a solution, that would not be wrong for one of both sides. just as you said. I confess (not talking politics now ) it was just the language itself that attracted me to use the Gaelic but then I noticed those names' political symbolism. In that respect I was indeed naive. I am very interested in the history of the isles as Norman Davies calls them.
I came up with this: Well, if neither Yeats nor Dylan nor Burns nor Joyce use it, then why should I? The whole thing somewhat deteriorated: It was first thought to be as an homage to those writers. I am afraid I messed up. I am a bit slow.
Not sure with this whole mess I created (even when with best intentions).
Maybe just read Dylan and Burns and leave the Celts alone. ;-) I am laughing about myself, not you. (I like the Irish. I take no sides. Not my business. Just sad about the conflict.
Thank you very much for your comments! Important to see how it is received (I almost expected it afte rethinking it more in-depth last night.)
cheers
Serge
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(04-08-2013, 08:08 PM)tectak Wrote: (04-05-2013, 11:23 PM)serge gurkski Wrote: Overture
(A minor Blues danced and sung by uisge beatha* sweet to me in order to adress
the Celtic nations formally-infamously drunk)
“Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come: (William Butler Yeats)
“or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London. Was the first to die. (Dylan Thomas)
I couldn't make it to Baile Átha Cliath in time
because I was delayed in
Béal Feirste
for the most of my better not to be wasted time
and this was going on and this was
how and why:
among those gunned down without bloody holy mary mercy in a disaster (or let me rephrase by way of quotingvoting for Gadda': Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana)
that already Dylan Thomas had first observed and
then covered and then recorded and reported, what is oh so typically Belfast …
among those killed in the dusk raid
was a sweet sixteen all in vain because she is – state the fact – dead now and and ever so pointlessly and in the same vein it is pretty hard to stand they do that all the time,
just out of the wicked blue
a short-range projectile
cut her heart in two
in the very same
moment her's and my
tongues played to each other
a bit of hank chinaski
comes it too
love poems I write for exclusively she
says so: she says after reading me for wet and hot:
scusi baby, but I just died and would you mind to notice ---
--------------------------
*uisge beatha "whisky"<--water of life
informed by:
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quer_pastic...a_Merulana
http://youtu.be/RDy3sy3tffE (among those killed in the dawn raid as a man aged a hundred) <--- I hope that was pretty obvious )that I am referring to this poem
" Or the chosen virgin. Laid in her snow. On the altar of London,. Was the first to die. (from Ceremony after a fire raid, a poem by Dylan Thomas) Hi Serge,
Still churning out your stuff, I see. I lived and worked in Befast and Dubh
Linn and can confirm you are a token Irishman. The poem? I have no idea. James Joyce eats Dylan Thomas and vomits uncontrollably, perhaps, as Brendan often did. Its all Irish to me and I love the place and the people.
Have you got a fuck-buddy yet? No, thought not. Go get a shag and then write something beautiful which doesn't end up in a fuck-fest or a serial self-abuse session, there's a good fellow.
Best (I am back)
tectak ( forced rhyme with "I'm" avoided)
,-)) Good to see you back!
token ...:
Only place I ever crashed down from a bar stoll was, yes, you guess it right: an Irish Pub in Munich. (Where else!!) No wonder the only part of "The Dubliners" I recall, is the situation with the man found dead in the bathroom of a pub, so I avoid pubs from now on, to avoid my destination, even if it's just procrastination. (" it's" because of forced rhyme)
Just read this headline ;-) :
http://www.nbcnews.com/id/29971638/ns/us...WLIxJOeP_o
I am working on the fuckbuddy situation. I mean will start to work on it tmw. ;-) (too many beers left over from the weekend still. Priorities!)
cheers
your token Sergeman
(thank you for stopping by!! :-) )
(04-08-2013, 10:51 PM)Heartafire Wrote: this is a tricky subject as stated; I am partial to your writing and find it rather brilliant (don't let that go to your head :-), but that is no news. I feel this is an outstanding text with many layers, but mainly a tribute to the astounding writing of the authors that you have quoted. Written with a deep sadness for the horrors that have ( and do) make that region a heart-break. I don't think you should or will hold back on your thoughts as that is not your way. It is a poor writer who is afraid to offend. When he has something to say he puts it out there, and I hope you will continue to do that. Thank you for this gut-wrenching read, it is excellent.
Heart
Good morning bebe,
:-) not holding back bc of fear to offend (too late for that anyway) but: iin order not to kindle the fire (conflict-wise speaking).
hugs
roby. ,-)
will write about a mass carambolage:
drunk driving on barstools (not sure i want the awn mowers in it ,-)
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(04-08-2013, 07:13 PM)Crepuscule Wrote: It's a tricky subject to tackle without upsetting somebody, particularly if you don't have a thorough understanding of the history and politics of Ulster.
Why are you using the Gaelic forms of Belfast and Dublin? Are you aware of the politics of the Gaelic language, how there is resentment (from both sides) about how it has been used as a political football in the North? Perhaps you are aware, and that is the point?
Could not have been that difficult to get. I was indeed partial for several decades, but - especially bc of Palestine, I have - slowly changed my political opinion. (Oh, yes: I was absolutely with Sinn Féin but never convinced that bloodshed would solve the remaining problem. It seems I have not been disproved. Why do you think I wrote: bloody holy mary mercy. Is the reference not obvious enough to a certain day in 1972? But I don't want to go into that here. nough said. Not even I am naive enough to let Belfast meet Baile Átha Cliath. And I mourn the unlikeliness of it. That is why I must get out of this. It is not good. Everyone suffers, every one is a victim. ....
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(04-09-2013, 05:23 AM)serge gurkski Wrote: Why do you think I wrote: bloody holy mary mercy. Is the reference not obvious enough to a certain day in 1972?
To be fair, the poem meanders and it's difficult to know why you wrote it. If the political references weren't accidental, I apologise for assuming they were made out of ignorance and won't comment any further.
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(04-09-2013, 07:20 AM)Crepuscule Wrote: (04-09-2013, 05:23 AM)serge gurkski Wrote: Why do you think I wrote: bloody holy mary mercy. Is the reference not obvious enough to a certain day in 1972?
To be fair, the poem meanders and it's difficult to know why you wrote it. If the political references weren't accidental, I apologise for assuming they were made out of ignorance and won't comment any further.
No need to apologise. You are absolutely correct in that it is meandering. My last comment just meant: I don't think it is good to get too much into politics right here. My mistake was to use as metaphors words (Gaelic ones) I should have known before that I would be carried away (not proud of it). I just wanted to hint out at you that I was aware of the difficulty. so please feel free to go on commenting . I did not intend to chase you away.
If I sounded frustrated then that is because I am. that is why i told Tom, i am gonna move to the highlands now and get drunk by the drunken lines of good old Burns. ;-)
The only thought I was angered by, is exactly that this will never come to an end. <-- look! again.I state "the fact". (will never!, when I should think: Will !) It is mindboogling. this caused my meandering. (and my drinking. ) Nowonder my message does not come through! ;-) It is not funny but laughter is my last resort.
There is so much to like about you people over the . it is a shame there's seem to be no end. A young poet (reminding me so much of Dedalus, haha, not bc of hs writing) from Belfast whose writing I absolutely adored, Holly knows who I mean, fled the place. Is in England now (at a university). Not that that fact (him being in England was tragic, but that he left Belfast (too lazy to meander between spellings now ;-) ) is so sad. and everyone not directly involved can see that.
So please, no bad feelings.
cheers to you :-)
serge
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