Vale Seamus – PS
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you’ll park or capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
The great Irish poet Seamus Heaney died yesterday.
Respect.
love seamus! his acceptance speech of the stockholm affair his words–the nobel prize for literature is a pearler. his poem ‘the republic of conscience’ is where i live with me family of discontents. heard it on the radio, saw it in the newspapers, read it on the blog, echoes in my soul plumbs the depths and makes em deeper. ‘And seashells
are held to the ear during births and funerals’ roll on endless sea and the oceanic night
The boody Irish, hey? Some of ’em have a way with words …
I think I would like to be in Cork now, Guiness in hand, planning a mission to the west coast with and book by Seamus in my back pocket.
Damn, I really like Guiness.
My daughter received a text from a Buddhist friend posing a searching question ‘tomorrow we could have our very own George Bush as Prime Minister. Is our karma that bad?’
I bought Seamus Beowulf in a bookshop out Ipswich way. His death promoted me to drag the book out and look at all the photos. It sits proud of place when I grown old or die, hey! I have seen the comic/like real life version.
These Irish, they are bloody good dancers
This play of words
I would like to be equal
To skip and kick
To
Sorry, Seamus, RIP mate
Heads up, I read the intro to Beowoulf, it reads
And now this is ‘an inheritance’-
Upright, rudimentary, unshiftably planked
In the long ago, yet willable forward
Again and again and again
‘An inheritance’ … damn straight. Cheers.
–From the Republic of Conscience
Ghandi Peace Award acceptance speech (currently plotting and scheming to bring Bill to Australia for a conference 2014)–to be so–worth watching the clip for students, friends, families, communities, activists
Foam and glitter, where the hell diid he get that from?
I mean I know where he got it from, but it where the hell did he get it from?
These Bloody Irish, diggin holes, makin roads
Tatooed, indecriphable
Crack they have, indecriphable
But there is a cast, if l may as be as bold to say
Quiet, so Quiet, like I wanna go up and push this fella
For a line of poetry, my ear is startin to tune into these fellas
This mellufluos, indescriphable, poetry