I was only looking at this yesterday.
Heaney is hard bet. His “Digging” is a tour de force.
Jaysis, that is wonderful.
I saw him read “When all the others were away at Mass”. I’ll never forget it.
I will arise and go now, into the Gaelic Grounds
To batter those inbred, redneck hillbillies.
“Be advised.
My passports green,
No glass of ours was ever raised
To toast the Queen.”
Seamus Heaney
You are my love, my friend, my soul . . . Which makes me feel as hard as a totem pole,”
Id give this a second like if i could.
Think that was meant to be a text @flatty. You’ve accidentaly posted it on tfk.
Who did he intend to send it to?
That’s sensational
“Can’t help thinking pulling you was my greatest ever coo”. … Grrrr….
Like love-struck teenagers. Giggs’ poetic efforts fall well short of his former colleague Cantona who’s profound musings about trawlers remind me somewhat of Patrick Kavanagh ……
Cantona was a cool fucker you’d have to say.
Still is, the foddering cap looks manifique on him.
They didn’t call him the Welsh Wizard for nothing