Thursday, 5 March 2015

Engage Brain, Please

The reason for my silence of the past few days is that from time to time the sheer triviality and empty-headedness of people, their bovine indifference to all that really matters, is more than I can bear and I lose patience. Yes, I mean you lot out there. But a fine Irish poet has put it far better than I can:

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was

Spawning snow and pink roses against it

Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:

World is suddener than we fancy it.


World is crazier and more of it than we think,

Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel

The drunkenness of things being various.


And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world

Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -

On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -

There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.




Oh, the picture: you do like to see pictures on the blog. here, then, is the writer of the above:



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