Born Again Romantic

FinsburyParkCarrots

Paddy Kavanagh, you were Behaned
I know, but laying down in the chest hospital
you heard the rustling leaves outside
tell you St Stephen's Green would teach you
Not to care, not to fret about the poets' rows in McDaid's
on George Moore's use of the semi-colon,
and not to care about the men who would begin
their book tomorrow, better than your own four volumes.

Paddy, teach me to go out on the river bank,
where bridge shadows speak the mysteries of what
brought me first to love a word as a glimmer in a field,
A flashing fox eye, the streak of a tail,
the reedwhoosh of a now, and free me from all else
but to be romantically reborn in the freedom from contention.


Love to all

FinsburyParkCarrots

Who's there? No. A shadow. A window shadow. Maybe a truck on the road. Yes. There was vibration. Or a bus. I won't go and see. It might be a bus. Yes, it might be a bus. Number 94. It would be right. Just the right light on the road. All the stops from town. St. Andrew's Street. King Street. That full turn against the trees. Leaves and boughs. Thwacking the window. Down then. Jesus Lane, Maid's Causeway. Where do they go then? Yes, Short Street. Everyone on. Short. An omnibus. Om-ni-bus. Those flourescent lights in buses and everyone looks dirty. Shadows on faces. Shadows. You hear things on buses too. Raincoat sleeves. Shoe soles on tiles. People. No, if it's a bus, I won't look, I won't. I was there. I was there and there were shadows and there were noises. Those noises. I was going to school, I was going to school and I had my packed lunch. I never had packed lunch but I had it that morning. In a tupperware box. I opened it, I opened the box to see. On the bus. Morning. Bustling. Elbows hitting me. Light rays, light and dust and morning and stange shadows. That turn. It was that turn!! The bus hit the corner. The trees. Diamonds, yellow and a blur. My heart, it lurched. Shadows. Dropped the box - dropped it. Sandwiches not wrapped. Dirty. Dirty and all the black grit and mud from the tiles and my sandwiches covered in dirt and the bus moving and me trying to pick them up and the laughter, and that boy kicking my food and my face red and tears stinging my eyes and them laughing and the bus going fast and my heart my heart and the shadows evil green on their faces leering snarling jeering and me hot tears leave me alone and they wouldn't they wouldn't they WOULDN'T STOP!!!!!!

Wouldn't stop.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Your mother ... excuse me ... your mother is the only person, if ... and I'm saying if ... let's just say ... and I know .... may I add... it's better to be a fool and know it than a fool and NOT know it, may I add... may I ADD!!.... excuse me, I'm foolish, but if ever I needed someone, whom I could turn to, if ... I'm not strong, I like nice things ... yes, and your mother does, don't I know?... don't I know, we were from the same village .... yes .... like sisters ... and oh, beautiful hair, long, black hair, down ... and beautiful ... back in the village, it was a tannery ... ah, the old leather money in the tannery works .... of course, you wouldn't remember, you were too young ... but there was something ... it was a prosperous place and don't get me wrong ... and I knew her mother and father... your grandparents... good, fine people, and your grandfather had a motor car when no-one had one, back in the 30s in Ireland we didn't have much but we had good times, and I mean good times, telling stories ... and oh it was so long ago...funny to think... but your mother, and of course your father... finest, finest, hope you're proud ... but your brother too, and he did work hard, I remember him studying ... and he saw me sitting at the river on the bench because I like to look at the ripples on the water .... and I always remember that ... funny the things you remember... but he did work hard... and if there was one person whom I needed if ever... with the help of God and two policemen I'll never need help... but if I did, she ... and I shouldn't say she, it's a bad word, I should say, your mother ... then your mother ... would be the only, and I mean only... person ... in this world... whom I would trust ... with my life.

FinsburyParkCarrots

We waited for Regan to start to faint,
arms up at the throat in a corsetted dress,
green as a ham actress's splutter:
"Oooh arrgh I've been poisoned".
But from the back of the Globe,
knocking a Stella can out
of a groundling's hand
the chap in the sandals came in,
belching Thames,
grunting stentoriously over heads
"Is Cordelia dead yet?"

Then he discovers it's King Leir,
Not King Lear.
There's providence in this one.
You'd better buy that man a beer.

FinsburyParkCarrots

FinsburyParkCarrots

Ahh, let it be discovered like the clue
they hadn't hope to find for many years,
this riddle, interlude, a bright revue
meant just for you, not for those strangers' ears.

FinsburyParkCarrots

And now










on my terms only




let the


silence







begin

jboelhow

Maybe Prince said it best

"Join the party, make a sound
Share the truth, preach the good news
Don't let nobody bring u down
The Everlasting Now"

coleen

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
Paddy, teach me to go out on the river bank,
where bridge shadows speak the mysteries of what
brought me first to love a word as a glimmer in a field,
A flashing fox eye, the streak of a tail,
the reedwhoosh of a now, and free me from all else
but to be romantically reborn in the freedom from contention.


Love to all

now that's what i'm talking about.

hardly a more lovely surprise have i ever found upon my awakening.

love to you fins forever and ever and ever and always.



i only hope this is the beginning of many more lovely surprises.

ISN

and ever and ever and ever amen.....heheheheeh......he's back!!!!! yipppeeeee......:D

ruby