Pól Ó Lorcáin
Paul Larkin
Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they
list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride
upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up
and down, all obstacles of distance, time and
place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge,
Chapter The Ninth
Crisis? Let me tell you what the word crisis actually means.
Crisis is being stuck down a mine and you are either dead, or facing death, with the added torture that you know your relatives on the surface are dying a thousand deaths as they wait for news. Crisis is a media and journalistic Overclass which goes into feeding frenzy on happy clappy stories about Chilean miners who, thankfully, survive but which completely ignores the real story about the misery of mining for a living (see below).
Crisis is where, in the western world, people become more and more obese – they are either Burger Kings or are “loving it” in Macdonalds - whilst the so called Third World cannot get the water and three bowls of nourishment everyday that ensures the minimum survival of a family. Crisis is basic health services being decimated in poor areas all over Ireland so that cancers are not found in time and the mentally sick are thrown onto the streets.
Will you giveover with your crisis and loss of sovereignty!
Corrupt banks and bankers mugged us royally and regularly whilst we still had our supposed sovereignty.
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The Definition of Irish
'Yer not Irish', she said,
clinging to the bar
for grim breath
Like there was nothing more
she could detest
The intricacies of history
skittling her mind
with the drink
Staring desperately into the black
of her handbag for fags
Rummaging for a word
that would make her unique
Herself alone
In rage she snaps
her exaggerated clasps
with a hysterical laugh
Her unitary state
hung, drawn and bordered
Petrified of other realities
Closed as a dissident
Cul de sac
A Green Union Jack
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@ Paul Larkin
Madden's Bar, Belfast – September 2010
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Why stop at poor Jean McConville?
Some readers of this blog may not be aware that Jean McConville’s rise as the cause celebre of certain media types reached a new high point last week when she received headline billing in two allegedly highbrow newspapers on the same day - one Irish and the other English.
Jean McConville with two of her ten children
Jean McConville’s story is heart breaking. Here was a mother of ten children who (in December 1972) was abducted by the IRA from her home in the lower Falls area of Belfast and simply disappeared. Her ten children were left orphaned and handed into the care of the state in a very traumatised society - given the hostile military conflict that prevailed at that time. There is a very good and suitably sober account of what happened to Jean McConville here at Wikipedia -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_McConville
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