Walk (Dublin 2016)
In Iveagh gardens an exhibition promises:
Contemporary sculpture based on
Non-monumental ideas of the uncanny.
This phrase sticks like chewing gum
To the bedpost of my mind
As I walk through Stephen’s Green,
Replacing: One then offers the cat up to the aperture
Which, according to my brother,
Is the ultimate step in programming
One’s automatic cat door to accept
One’s micro-chipped cat.
Outside the Shelbourne Hotel
Tourists wearing horned helmets
Board a Viking ship on wheels.
I am in search of a pub sandwich
Two slices of white bread, ham, cheese ,
Toasted in a cellophane pack
Small jar of mustard on the side
Served with Guinness
In a quiet pub where I can sit
And think non monumental thoughts
And where the barman asks me
As we watch Lionel Messi
float past three transfixed defenders
Is he the best ever?
And I am surprised not at the question
But at the deference.
The challenge from Anmol over at dverse, is to write a poem on the subject of walking and observing. This poem was written after a trip back to my home town of Dublin. Walking around one’s home town is not so much about looking for the new as it is about re-discovering the past; it’s more about the memories that the place holds rather than the physical aspect of the place. It’s also about trying to recover a feeling or an experience from the past.
The photo is of Dublin from Sandymount Strand, and of course, Joyce’s “snot-green, scrotum-tightening sea”.
(The poem appeared previously in the Galway Review)
Really beautiful!!
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Thank you Nathan, much appreciated!
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The last half dozen lines are the best
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Thanks Larry…glad you liked them!
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Its over thirty years since I was last in Dublin, a city where one can always find something to write about. The lines that stand out for me are:
‘Contemporary sculpture based on
Non-monumental ideas of the uncanny.
This phrase sticks like chewing gum
To the bedpost of my mind’.
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Thanks Kim…I go back every few years to catch up with family and renew my accent!
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Such a brisk walk, with some interesting commentary — I like how you played with that “non-monumental” in a roundabout manner. And I agree with you about visiting one’s hometown — it certainly has been so for me too.
This kind of reminded me of Larkin’s I Remember, I Remember. 🙂
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Thanks Anmol and thanks for the prompt. I like Larkin’s poetry, so any comparison is much appreciated!
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Larkin, James Joyce, with a touch of Raymond Carver; strong heady imagery. The piece came alive for me after entering the pub. Thanks for another word-tour, since I will never, now, travel to Dublin.
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My pleasure, Glenn……and thanks for your generous comments!
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Thanks for the walk through, i’m a little bit closer to Dublin City all the way across from the Caribbean☺
Much🚶♂️🚶♀️💙love
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Thank you Gillena!
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Oh, Dublin. Could only be. The bit that really took me there was the sandwich. I remember when that was all you could get in a pub, none of these Thai crabcakes and fancy chowders. I hope you had a packet of Taytos as well.
Any journey across Dublin drags Joyce with it – even for me, who never got beyond page 20.
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You made it to page 20?! I’m more of a Flann O’Brien fan though he wasn’t a Dubliner.
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yes, I love a bit of Flann O’Brien, so clever – and so much easier to read…
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I’m re-reading At Swim Two Birds at the moment…a very funny, intelligent writer!
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No visit to a pub is complete without Tayto’s! I got through Portrait of.. and Ulysses but couldn’t handle Finnegans’ Wake!
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What a charming place to stroll Jim. The pub was a delight!
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Thanks Rob!
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Oh gosh this is such an enchanting walk through Dublin! ❤️ You make me long to visit 🙂
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Thank you…go late May, early June, you get those long evenings!
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Love how much I felt this walk ending up at the pub was a way of finding your way home… Those museums, and monumental thoughts has to wait for that moment in the pub.
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Thanks Bjorn…..I totally agree!
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Oh Jim, so much to ponder, and so much that I want for myself. Certainly, non-monumental, and I would gladly accept a surgical microchip to automatically start the car after I manage to occupy the driver’s seat in my helmet with a tankard my hand. A vivid succession of wonderful images, well done.
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Thanks Steve….I believe the technology you wish for is coming!
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Your reminiscence brought me back to my own Dublin pub visit, where I enjoyed the best glass of Guiness I had in my life! An eloquent telling of your homecoming!
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Thank you Frank….I’m convinced the Guinness in Dublin tastes better than anywhere else!
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