the nation’s favourite poem
Was lucky enough to be present for Heaney reading this a few years ago
‘When all the others were away at Mass’
[from Clearances in memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984]
by Seamus Heaney
When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives–
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.
[QUOTE=“TheUlteriorMotive, post: 1105518, member: 2272”]the nation’s favourite poem
Was lucky enough to be present for Heaney reading this a few years ago
‘When all the others were away at Mass’
[from Clearances in memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984]
by Seamus Heaney
When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives–
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.[/QUOTE]
Awful maudlin piece of tat really.
She was nagging the fuck out of me to cut the grass
It will be raining soon and it hasn’t been cut in a fortnight
There was a match on the telly
Alright, alright, give it a rest.
I took it out of the shed and pulled the lead,
Fuck it anyway, no petrol
Cunt of a thing. It can wait till next week.
See if I care.
So keep being kind to a cunt who’s mugging you off? Will that not lead to them mugging you off FOREVER? Surely you should stop being kind to them and tell them to fuck off being a gimp? Please advise.
Be like water. Fluid. Roll with it. Find your way into their crevices and weaknesses. Water is soft but it corrodes rock. Softness is not weakness.
But go out of your way to be kind to somebody else. Don’t match aggression towards you with aggression elsewhere. Match it with kindness elsewhere. Yin and yang.
I MET a Traveler from an antique land,
Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is OZYMANDIAS, King of Kings.”
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
