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
Better authentic mammon than a bogus god. - Louis Macneice
Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.
- Louis Macneice
Down the road someone is practicing scales, The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails - Louis Macneice
Down the road someone is practicing scales, The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails
I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity. - Louis Macneice
I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.
blind wantons like the gulls who scream And rip the edge off any ideal or dream. - Louis Macneice
blind wantons like the gulls who scream And rip the edge off any ideal or dream.
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 thin… - Louis Macneice
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 thin…
World is suddener than we fancy it. - Louis Macneice
World is suddener than we fancy it.
Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go. - Louis Macneice
Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go.
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. - Louis Macneice
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.
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold - Louis Macneice
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold
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