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Beware Of Those Who Seek Constant Crowds ; They Are Nothing Alone

Today I listened to a loada shit
Concerning toxic masculinity
I was kinda bored. It was Radio 4.
It was an arrogant fucking lecture on
The vital importance of the pronoun
'They' and hey there were no jokes..
This is no way to speak to ordinary users
Of language. It's a shame that working
Class people are so excluded from
These delightful ways of speaking. Minority
Rules you say. No platform for the Fascist
White van man who goes out each day
To earn a  living. I like a drink or two
Of an evening. Don't vote. Don't listen
To the news. None of this is new. to me
Makes me sick.

 

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 28th Jun 2023 08:11

This rang very true, John. The only 'jokes' on Radio 4 seem to be from middle-class people who feel pleased with themselves.

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Clare

Tue 27th Jun 2023 22:20

I am taking notes from your amazing poetry. I was lucky enough to spend the last eve in the company of Mr. Dylan and I am like a sponge soaking up the best of what there is to learn. God, I feel I am close to death! 💕

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John Marks

Tue 27th Jun 2023 22:15

Thank you Clare.

In Memory Of My Mother

by Patrick Kavanagh

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town

On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is a harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us - eternally.

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Clare

Tue 27th Jun 2023 22:06

Thank you!

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