warm-left-handed greetings to the Celtic Nations - Symphonic prose poem

[serge gurkski]

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