I thought Dale’s avatar just before this one, I think, of that slick business man with a whistle was really freaky.
Someone has one of a moving eyeball. I’m sorry I can’t remember who. I feel like it is looking at me and I actually have to keep telling myself that it is not a real eye.
Cran,
My avatar is a sculpture of the guy above,who used to sit on the original wooden bench and write stuff like this..
Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin
“Erected to the Memory of Mrs. Dermot O’Brien”
O commemorate me where there is water,
Canal water preferably, so stilly
Greeny at the heart of summer, Brother
Commemorate me thus beautifully.
Where by a lock Niagariously roars
The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence
Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose
Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands
A swan goes by head low with many apologies.
Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges
And look! a barge comes bringing from Athy
And other far-flung towns mythologies.
O commemorate me with no hero-courageous
Tomb–just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.
Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin
“Erected to the Memory of Mrs. Dermot O’Brien”
O commemorate me where there is water,
Canal water preferably, so stilly
Greeny at the heart of summer, Brother
Commemorate me thus beautifully.
Where by a lock Niagariously roars
The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence
Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose
Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands
A swan goes by head low with many apologies.
Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges
And look! a barge comes bringing from Athy
And other far-flung towns mythologies.
O commemorate me with no hero-courageous
Tomb–just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.
There is not a lot of his poetry available on the web alas but his selected poems is in print though I can’t seem to find a link right now - best try some good American sources for poetry books.
Kavanagh, like Austin Clarke, have for far too long been living in the shadow of Yeats but are major poets both.
Kavanagh also set to of his poems to music - he suggested traditional tunes really - one being Raglan Road and the other being If ever you go to Dublin Town. The Dubliners have recorded both versions so PM me with a E-Mail addy and I’ll zap them over to you.
Kavanagh was an Irish Wordsworth in the sense that his work is all based on his almost mystical love of Nature and he has the incredible gift of making the common everyday sight of ditches and wild flowers appear beautiful and light infused.
i love that one that begins “i am here in a garage in monaghan . . .”
carrickmacross in monaghan is my family ancestral home.
thanks for sharing those sites.
I think that Stacey had some good ones that disturbed quite a few people
I’m just glad that no one thinks MINE are disturbing. That would disturb me greatly