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This is a collection of written pieces that comes from things I’ve thought and experienced; occasionally they are illustrated with photos that I’ve taken. They are here because I want people to enjoy them. This is a sort of print performance and as with other kinds of performance it is a meaningless exercise without an audience. So be my audience ...

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

POEM - FUNDRAISING IN BOSTON, MASS.


Most of us remember the anguish we all felt at the time of ‘the troubles’ in Northern Ireland when both sides, wearing the banners of their different religions, ignored everything their religions told them of how they should behave towards other human beings, no matter what their religions. Meanwhile in the USA some men and women with a claim to an Irish ancestry, ignoring the evil that characterized the behaviour of ‘their’ side put on fundraising events to help and encourage their ‘boys’ to go on doing foul things. Read this out loud and as you do bash a surface with the side of your fist, four beats – or bashes – to the line. It’s not a pretty poem and obviously it is not intended to be. It gives just one brief flash of what those dollars were buying.
 


FUNDRAISING IN BOSTON, MASS.

 

Breasts and balls and penises,

Lips and ears and noses.

Go first and far with crimson gouts

Like petal-strewing roses.

Put a dollar in the tin

With never a thought of dying.

Sing The Wild Colonial Boy

And send the flesh a-flying.

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