02-01-2026, 08:47 AM
(02-01-2026, 08:21 AM)rowens Wrote: Here's your boy, Seamus:Which could very well mean that it means a lot to you as it must have to Master Will - he dedicated no small portion of his art to the topic as well as no small portion of his life. Now you could fairly say that he wrote about marriage because the caste at the time leant it prevalent import enough that it was not a vassal to be broken and you may very well continue to spread the rumors of personal infidelity like some 17th century hen despite all evidence to the contrary but -
“There is in Hill something of Stephen Dedalus’s hyperconsciousness of words as physical sensations, as sounds to be plumbed . . . "
I feel the same way, and I, like Hill, lived most of my life with 'severe OCD'.
Emily Jane Browning. Emilia Jones. Sounds to be plumbed, indeed.
At least I don't hang out on the wing of the plane when the now married Ms. Browning travels home to see her folks.
Not that marriage means anything more to me than it meant to Shakespeare
either way - whether to the paradigm that fed him or the woman that bedded him he undeniably paid it more than enough truance.
I sometimes block out all the essayism of my old friend - famous seamus. He becomes like an unwanted dinner guest who you invited over to share a fine irish whisky and a cigar but he keep nattering on about how he doesn't like trump as a person but at least he's good for the economy.
Poetry, Mr Heaney poetry is what we crave or, to paraphrase " . . . But oh, good Lord, the exposition,
it puts us all in this position . The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well, the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To argue points that killed the cow."


