04-05-2013, 11:23 PM
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 ---
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*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)
(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)