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World is crazier and more of it than we think,
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums.
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.
I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order,
Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor;
The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept
With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.
a fortress against ideas and against the
Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors
The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.
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blind wantons like the gulls who scream
And rip the edge off any ideal or dream.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.
And I envy the intransigence of my own
Countrymen who shoot to kill and never
See the victim's face become their own
Or find his motive sabotage their motives.
World is suddener than we fancy it.
Why do we like being Irish? Partly because
It gives us a hold on the sentimental English
As members of a world that never was,
Baptized with fairy water
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
About Louis Macneice
|Quotes ||3 sayings|
|Birthday ||October 16|
It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.
Today I am so at home in Dublin, more than in any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. But, as with Belfast it took me years to penetrate its outer ugliness and dourness, so with Dublin it took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.
I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing
In my own prejudice.. I would have of a poet...whose worlds would not be too esoteric..fond of talking....capable of pity and laughter..appreciative of womem..involved in personal relationships...susceptible to physical impressions
Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with one pulse.
None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives.
Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall.
A city built upon mud;
A culture built upon profit;
Free speech nipped in the bud,
The minority always guilty.
Why should I want to go back
To you, Ireland, my Ireland?
Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go.
A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.
All that I would like to be is human, having a share
in a civilized, articulate and well-adjusted
community where the mind is given its due
but the body is not distrusted
You know the worst: your wills are fickle,
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past life a ruined church--
But let your poison be your cure.
I am not yet born; Forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyound me, My life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.
Some on commission, some for the love of learning, some because they have nothing better to do or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears.
Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope,
And God Save--as you prefer--the King or Ireland.
The land of scholars and saints:
Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush,
Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints
Down the road someone is practicing scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails
There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces
The guttural sorrow of the refugees.
World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.
I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold