Monthly Archives: June 2014

HOMO ERECTUS

for DPAC and against the Dean of Westminster   There he flits in liturgical Watts and Co. vestments by way of camouflage, to conceal a mysterylessness white as his cassock albs and detachable dog-collar, diaphanous, his mind a Hello! of non-Anglican … Continue reading

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MICHAEL McDEVITT 1926-2012

Lough Swilly – the Lake of Shadows, the Lake of the Eyes – Buncrana, Inishowen, Donegal… I came to scatter my father’s ashes in his hometown in the Solstice of 2014. My father once took me to see Frank McGuinness’ play … Continue reading

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JOYCEANA

The good ship Ulysses, slower than the Swift, more joyous. No sea, no odyssey. Joyce in Stephen’s Green. A silly quote from Ulysses has Dedalus musing “Crossing Stephen’s, that is, my green…” This isn’t Joyce’s finest nanosecond but it keeps … Continue reading

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THE ILLUMINATED YEATS

‘Daybreak and a candle end…’ The Yeats snug in The Warwick Arms pub on Warwick Road, West London. Photo: Julie Goldsmith

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A YEATSIAN LOVE-NEST

This was the 52 Holland Park house where Yeats hired a ‘service flat’ to facilitate sexual relations with the journalist Edith Shackleton Heald, whom he met in 1937. He was 71, she was 53. The flat cost two guineas a … Continue reading

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MERCURY

This is the bronze statue of Mercury at 2 Ladbroke Grove which adorned the Mercury Theatre, a poet’s theatre where Eliot, Auden et al used to have their plays put on. They planned to open with a season of Yeats … Continue reading

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THE STOLEN HEART

My black heart slavers at the poop, My heart with its nicotine stains. Now they’re squirting their jets of soup! My black heart slavers at the poop As the ball-breaking of the troops Has them guffawing on the main. My … Continue reading

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