Prick.
Not Jack.
Prick.
Not Jack.
I read the one paragraph before the blurred out premium wall kicks in⌠Roy evoking Hunter S. Thompson in relation to a chap who can run fast playing gaelic football in oirelandâŚ
I love you Roy
Thatâs an outstanding piece - so many powerful lines but this one stood out for me.
I looked around me after McCaffrey glided past two Cork defenders to score the point of the afternoon â the men in red resembling winded commuters helplessly pursuing a bullet train that has already darted from the station in a several hundred miles per hour blur.
Incorrect.
Roy is one of the great Irish poets of the 21st century.
I donât think thatâs Royâs best effort. Jacko would be more like the names of small stations that a bullet train is passing. The passengers try to read the names of the stations but theyâre doing well if they make out the first letter. âJâŚvroomâ. But strictly speaking that analogy doesnât work either as the defenders would be the ones moving, while the place names, ie. Jacko, remain stationary. But yet it does work, because when youâre on a train, everything else is moving, not you.
And anyway, nothing in the genre of over the top, semi-lacrymose eulogies for an INTERNET audience ever has to make sense.
Who are the others?
Is he a poet? I thought he was a journalist. Give me one of his published poems there.
I reckon he doesnât know what poetry is, maybe thatâs it.
December 26th.
Hugging as an Olympic sport. Friendshipâs free pass.
The day after formality.
Lifelong pals.
Backing losers.
Porter.
As we get older, remembering becomes the finest treasure.
Thinking weâre young again.
An immeasurable joy. #ststephensday
The porter laureate
Ball Ox.
Now that man could spit a rhyme.
What collection of poetry is that published in? Fairly low brow stuff
You need to experience poetry with your heart. Not your head.
Up there with Heaney and Kavanagh for capturing the moment.
Some of his early stuff is still available here. An incredible wordsmithâŚâŚ
The best pub shitter in Dublin
can be found out in Crumlin
not a skidmark to be found
nor piss on the ground
Theres something very mystical about McCaffrey.
Did i ever tell ye the story about the train journey to the Munster Hurling Final in the middle of Summer 2019 when Dublin were on the cusp of immortality?
Did i ever tell ye the story about the train journey to the Munster Hurling Final in the middle of Summer 2019 when Dublin were on the cusp of immortality?
Hopefully something exciting happened cos that match was very one-sided
Will you tell me the story please, pal?
The man with the stethoscope to the heart of Dublin