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The Harvill Press
84 Thornhill Road
London N1 1RD
ISBN 978 1 86046 288 7 (pbk)
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He is a member of Aosdna and lives in Dublin.
Women arriving, women departing. When you saw that I had no Christmas crackers Why didnt you say something? You are too polite for your own good. I had coffee and crispies Sitting opposite a civil servant from Dolphins Barn. She is going away to the Andes With the Friends of Kew Gardens. But Frank, you had balloons. I adored your balloons.
To hell with crackers. Balloons are what matter.
In the event, I solved the problem By deciding not to go to any Mass. What would Frank say? Who on an August night On Dollymount strand, Watching the sea Typing up its tidings A hare in the headlights Delved with such perky innocence, Such blue-eyed curiosity, Are you a practising Catholic? That I did not squirm. I had no qualm In disclosing with gusto Yes. A practising Catholic! I practise and practise and practise And, when I get the chance, I play. I keep beads On my bedside table That I got in Jerusalem In the Arab quarter. Worry beads.
In my bedside drawer I keep my fathers rosary beads Which along with PalgravesGolden Treasury Were all that he had When he died demented, Alone and palely raving. I like the feel of beads. If you havent got earrings And I havent because Ive no one To tell me how to put them on or in Beads are the thing to have. I like bowing; Ive nothing against genuflection But I prefer bowing. I like blessing myself; Dipping my fingers in water; Fonts, But ideally Rainwater butts. I cannot pass a church Without blessing myself.
On aircraft at takeoff and landing I make the sign of the cross And gabble the Our Father. At all times of the day I gabble the Our Father Stumbling as always on Forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us. But, as Frank says, Because you forgive them Does not mean you have to like them. I say the Our Father when I drive Past the cemetery where my father Crawled into the oven His emaciated ankles sprouting smoke. In cities across the world I like sitting in churches doing nothing. I like going to communion: Standing in line and catching Glimpses in night skies Through x-rays of clouds Of the thin white moon of the host.
The moment I took the decision Not to go to Mass I could feel life returning into my body, My empty cistern filling up, The Holy Spirit gurgling inside me. I should do this more often Not go to Mass. It is difficult not to go to Mass. Mass is the only chance One has to be in company, To be in society. To emit. I do not mean to meet People, I mean simply to be With and among people; To be in the real presence Of people other than oneself.
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