I sit
I sit
pulling hairs out of my
chin
getting fat off
the land in a
recession
While watching
Face book
videos of artists
in Canada
Dancers, Cellists
Bach suites and originals
music
movement made
by lithe and supple
women
Women I once knew
And danced with too
While I sit
pulling hairs out of my chin
getting fat off a land
in a recession
Watch muscular women
play fight
and swing
fall, slide
leap and contract
Dancing in unison
moving within time
gesture the present
and sweat out the past
While I sit
pulling hairs out of my chin
getting fat off a land
in a recession
Watch myself not
doing what I once did
across a floor
barefooted and thin
looking like the next one
standing in the line
choreograph my exist
and bow for spare change
While I
in a recession
of a fat land,
chin out,
hair pulling,
sit.
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Tonight the Written Word Weekend presents the first
Open Mike Poetry and Prose Night at Berry’s Tavern 8:30 to 10pm
Then I’m scurrying up the mountain to Club F to perform at a Ukulele Hooley where three uku players are on the bill ( i’m the first up) Followed by one lad from Limerick and then a young woman from the USA.
meanwhile… its raining cats and dogs over here. 10 am Friday morning with fresh towels on the line and the good rain giving them an extra wash and the wild wind whipping.
And for those readers this side of the pond and up here in the north west the
Carrick -on-Shannon Creative Writing Class resumes September 23rd at the Breffni Family Resource Centre, with yours truly leading the practise. Get over and get yer pens out.
For the latest YouTube on the subject and more about what else is going down. There’s the link. Please use it.
Cheers my dears thanks for clicking on
always eileen
Hello again.
Sean Mulroy here the Longford Uke abuser who had a slightly Guinness muddled chat with you at the Uku doo last Friday…. heres a funny auld thing provisionally titled- “its a small ukulele world”
My wife and I both thought that you were slightly familiar but couldnt put our fingers on it. On the drive home a light bulb went off in my head. Around December 2007 my then 2 year old had an unhealthy (for the instruments) interest in daddy’s lovely guitar and mandolin. Daddy was not wild about this. One day we took said two year old to Arigna mines to see Santy. There we encountered a ukulele bashing and a hollering American (so we thought… sorry). Daddy went “A HAAAaa. Santy can bring the boy a shitty little ukulele and my instrumants will be safe!” Daddy now owns 3 “shitty” little ukuleles, guitar and mandolin are gathering dust and he drives to Dunlaoire once a month to meet other players of the shitty little instrument… and its all your fault!!
But I digress. I shall endeavour to dig up, if any’ some ukeabusersin the area and see if i can scare up the occasional ukulele get together and save myself a drive to Dublin once a month.
Sean
Hi Sean, thanks for writing. Well gosh….lets do that ukulele thing up here.
My email is eiotooole@hotmail.com and perhaps we can set something up in the not too distant future.
all the best
eileen
Hey, O’Toole!
Your poetry reminds me a bit of my own (hope you take that as a compliment)—self-deprecating, self-revelatory…you know what I mean?
I like the blog and the way you speak to your audience in that familiar manner. Love the “arse” photo. I must try that one.
I’m adding your blogs to my blog-lists and dashboard.
You’re a musician as well? Takin’ after the old man, I suppose.
You don’t know how pleased I am to be getting acquainted with you once more.
Davison