Oh, that part is true.
I could listen to the outro to Body of an American all day long. The uileann pipes playing in harmony is so evocative, spine tingling almost.
One more go. After a few hours of Spotify on the speakers.
Fair play to you Shane, you mad hoor.
āThe measure of my dreamsā is a line that punches. Such a beautiful succinct line to describe being happy with ones lot.
Thereās few lines in song or poetry that carry so much weight in so few words yet have so much beneath it.
I think about lines like it every now and then.
Heaneys āa foot for every yearā
Yeats āthe best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensityā
Iāll go heaney again, the man had a way with words you might say, could have been a poet
" I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knivesā
Never closer the whole rest of our lives."
Iāve a few more that I think of often.
A favourite of mine
I inclined To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin Till Homerās ghost came whispering to my mind. He said: I made the Iliad from such A local row. Gods make their own importance.
And another
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I loved her from the day she died.
She was a summer dance at the crossroads.
She was a card game where a nose was broken.
She was a song that nobody sings.
She was a house ransacked by soldiers.
She was a language seldom spoken.
She was a childās purse, full of useless things.
And as the sunset came to meet,
the evening on the hill
I told you Iād always love you,
I always did, I always will
The childās purse analogy is my favourite in any poem
And an evening breeze came from the bridge
That kissed the river side
āDo you know who i am?ā
Kyler 2019.
Beautiful line. Never heard that poem before
TS Eliot was the king of that, for me. Iām as thick as two planks but I got an A in honours English (much to the annoyance of @PhattPike ) because I loved reading him.
āI will show you fear in a handful of dustā is probably the one that stuck with me the most.
The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
My favourite piece of writing ever.
The Body of an American
Let us go now you and I