Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Irish Poem Of The Month - May

Derek Mahon

As It Should Be

We hunted the mad bastard
Through bog, moorland, rock, to the star-lit west
And gunned him down in a blind yard
Between ten sleeping lorries
And an electricity generator.


Let us hear no idle talk
Of the moon in the Yellow River.
The air blows softer since his departure.


Since his tide burial during school hours
Our kiddies have known no bad dreams.
Their cries echo lightly along the coast.


This is as it should be.
They will thank us for it when they grow up
To a world with method in it.

18 comments:

seana said...

How very apt.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

Yeah its not on the web anywhere so I had to dig it out of an anthology and type it in myself, but it was worth it.

seana said...

As I bet you could guess, I am not totally of the mindset, but I understand it and commiserate with it, so thanks for that extra effort. I hope a few others will find it here.

Two of my events coordinating friends really enjoyed that Onion piece on author readings, and one said she was tempted to print it and frame it so that she could look at it for her own amusement. Our main events coordinator happens to be in Jordan right at the moment, which is very typically her way of syncing in with the times. No doubt she will enjoy it on her return, which, en shellah, she will.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

Yeah its a very funny piece.

Twice I've had crowds of zero people at events I had actually flown across the country to attend. At the Boulder Bookstore I was told by staff at the front desk my event had been cancelled when in fact it hadn't been. (Only my cousin made it through the disinformation campaign). In San Mateo a bookstore owner's daughter impersonated the only member of the crowd. Etc.

I refuse to do readings now unless its with another author or its at a bookstore where I know they will drive them in with a stick if necessary.

seana said...

Sticks. Now I hadn't thought of that. I'll have to mention that to the powers that be here, although I think they might be a bit afraid to give me one.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

And then there was the time I got heckled for "using fancy words" at an event in Boston.

But of course it could have been worse

seana said...

What a great story. I guess for a comedian everthing really is material.

seana said...

'Everthing' was a typo, not my attempt to mimic a Louisiana accent.

Sean Patrick Reardon said...

That was an excellent poem and if I am interpreting it the right way, it packed a huge punch, for me at least.

The Onion article was an entertaining piece. Liked this:

"Sometimes when it's this vast sea of eight faces"

adrian mckinty said...

Sean

Yeah I laughed out loud at that bit. Once at the Tattered Cover I had a crowd of 11. I could hardly believe it.

Peter Rozovsky said...

At least you've never been a bookstore when someone dropped dead during a reading. Oh, wait. You have, haven't you?
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seana said...

Well, at least it wasn't him, Peter. Which might have happened to that comedian.

Trudy said...

Great timely poem. Thanks for finding it. When did he write that and about whom?

Trudy said...

Off topic...
I am LOVING Fifty Grand audiobook. I love your writing style. I love how I love your heroes. Paula Christensen is grand.

Brian Lindenmuth said...

I think by me reading that I just used up all of your internet time for the month.

adrian mckinty said...

Trudy

It was written over twenty years ago. About whom though I have no clue. Not a very nice person I'll bet.

adrian mckinty said...

Brian

Yes I watch a lot of Project Free TV but I cant really believe I use 16 gigs a month.

adrian mckinty said...

Peter, Seana

Yup someone did die on one of my shifts at Barnes and Noble. In fact she died in the morning, sat in the chair all day and no one noticed.