Bloody love still

On Friday it came to me like a slap on the face
I saw you there
on the chair
among the commotion
tight chested but resolved
your feet perched ready
and I cried
thinking how
brave you were
and how much
you must have loved

I cried for all that love
and at the same time
hot blood rushed through my body

and Saturday
they flew in again
thick and fast
messages
words
from
you
to
me

how much you still love
that much I know
that much I feel
may these characters keep us apart

Fanore beach, Co. Clare

When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.

Short term George - The Political Demise of Mr Lee

After just 8 months as an elected TD in Dail Eireann,
former RTE economics editor George Lee resigned today.
27,000 people in this country gave him their No. 1 vote
27,000 people hoped he'd make a difference
he walked away
he couldn't hack it
Did you ever hear of the words probation? stamina? staying power? determination? reality check?

FG leader Enda Kenny apparently offered him a front bench seat to coax him into staying on.
Instead he resigned. I think most other TDs would have jumped at the chance of a front bench seat after 8 months
Somebody pointed out that he could have resigned from the Fine Gael party and still retained his seat in the Dail as an Independent TD - now why not? If he really meant business why not?He could have eschewed his stunning economical advice constantly in the Dail where he should have stayed if he really cared.
But I guess he couldn't hack it.
So for all the bullcrap being aired tonite about him beign so honest etc., methinks he is not being honest. He can't do committees. He can't listen or debate. He's not patient. He's a bad politician.

He, unlike most other politicians (except Arnold Schwarzenegger) was able to use his celebrity status to get votes. Mind you, Arnie was a body builder and an actor and George Lee was RTE's economics editor - neither of them "the guy who spreads the slurry" as Pat Kenny so arrogantly used as an example to compare super George to the non expert politician.

Who is still in politics?
Arnie or Georgie?
Dear Georgie a Schwarzeneger you are not

The following are just some words which describe the way I feel after hearing this news: Disappointed, disgusted, saddened, depressed, excited, interested, intrigued.

The following are just some words which come when I think about George Lee: fool, useless, self obssessed, myopic, egomaniac, eejit, arrogant. unrealistic, nerd, impatient, impetuous,




and tonight on Pat Kenny's Frontline show, George said he wasn't prepared to play the party games, 'I don't see how schmoozing in the bars will change the economic situation '.
Sorry, Georgie boy, you joined a party....which means mixing, working together, arguing, debating, not getting yoru own way - not barking orders in the RTE newsroom or having a team of people working for you as editor - media, especially RTE is just as 'institutionalised' as the political system. Your host Plank Kenny must have said the word institutionalised almost as many times as he says the word issue. Anyway after watching the news and Frontline, my original fury towards Mr Lee has somewhat evaporated and I tend to agree with Ivan Yates - that he's just an eejit.


Never mind all that claptrap about Lee being symbolic of the dysfunctional state of the Irish political system. C'mon he lasted 8 months! What did he think was going to happen in an opposition seat in that amount of time? Pat Kenny and himself kept yakking on about how institutionalised TDs become. Yada yada yada, what about RTE? Now there's an organisation that's clunking along just as slowly. For Chrissake we have had to listen to so much Charlie Bird (another institutionalised scaredy cat who's planning on packing in a big job) now we'll have to listen to fecking George Lee - if he gets that job back I might have to leave the country or put a hit out on him (and Charlie and Pat and Gaybo)

Restraint

my dear mr statue
don't make me go after you with a hammer

easy
let me take
you apart
gently
softly
deeply
piece by piece
and put you back together

(me & poetry) what about You?

Deaf to terrible beauty
terrible stupid things dem

dose poems

hear nothing
nada, niente
flat heartless words

Choose
language
dialect

redirect

idioma
fou
who?

what the expert says
...pff


watch and eat and drink

consume your heart away
time to
participate
synchopate
elaborate
generate


but no

drive and shout
career around full
of hot gas
consuming,
eating,
everything (including spuds from anywhere but here and stawberries in December)

and complain
and lodge and squabble
and eat and drink and eat
and wibble wobble wobble

the precipice

the precipice

the truffling days are done
time for words

Where are our poets?
Is it a dead art?

Hidden, perhaps
under the surface
riding the currents of discontent

but not much use if
no-one's cocked
or even pricked

I have an apetite so large I could consume a bloody continent

Day

I slip into my sweet suede ankle boots
and
venture
into town

Night

I pull on my long brown riding boots
and
proceed
in to town