I wrote two poems yesterday, one called Care. I rang a friend and read them to him. He said I sounded angry. I don’t want to sound angry.
Me: Do you think I was always mad or am I going mad in my old age?
He: I think the former rather than the latter.
Me: I’m glad to hear it. I wouldn’t like to think I am deteriorating in my old age.
He laughed. I asked another friend if I got rich and famous might I become obnoxious? Do you mean more obnoxious than you are, he asked?
An English girl barmaid in the same place said the Irish are very friendly until you get to know them. She chooses to live here. Is she a masochist? Join the club.
In life we must choose the least worst option. It’s a matter of choice. My brother and I had a car accident when an English couple drove head on into us. My head hit the windscreen and I was temporarily unconscious. Did your whole life flash before your eyes, a barman asked? It was like a porn movie I said.
An Irish writer said a friend of his swore he saw a headline in an Irish paper, Irish girl killed by English train. They’re still doing it to us said another person.
Being Irish is defined as not being English, said an Irishman, not me. We’re Irish, we don’t do rules, said someone else.
If I am a poet why am I writing prose? What is prose, asked a barman who reads five books a week? Anything that isn’t poetry I said. Is a poet mad to write prose? Quite likely. A politician said we campaign in poetry, we govern in prose. A would be senator who failed to get elected said the people have spoken, the bastards. Similarly, the British voted for Brexit.
Do people know what’s good for them? They vote for heroin, cannabis, obesity, eating disorders and many other fads and fancies, with their feet and their mouths. What is populism? Giving the people what they want, not what they need. They don’t want that. Self inflicted wounds are the hardest to heal.
Populism is popular, the easy option. Its always someone else’s fault. Like blaming the English in Ireland. Who runs this bit of it anyway?
The Irish are an acquired taste. I dislike the term love-hate but it will do to be going on with. Says I who am Irish. Yours madly,
30th May, 2017