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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

150 years of the irish times

(Episode Three: The Dills Discover Poetry.)
Over the course of its history The Irish Times, which is known to its fans as The Old Bolshevick of D'Olier Street, (Old Bolshoiter surely? - ed note) has often attempted to position itself as an arbiter of cultural taste. This has involved publishing some of the most anodyne insipid atheistic conformist left wing fembo poetry in the history of the human race. I think history will judge em harshly for it. Both The Irish Times and the poets so favoured. The Irish Times has also attempted occasionally to associate itself with poets of genuine merit. If you do an internet search on the name Patrick Kavanagh you will be steered first and foremost to Irish Times websites. It is interesting to me that The Irish Times of the present era would pose as an aficionado of Kavanagh's work. Velly intellesting. For lo! In the 1950's Kavanagh published a not altogether admiring poem about The Irish Times itself. The poem highlights the paper's self indulgent mendacious piously hypocritical sneering war against the Catholic church. The Irish Times had already undertaken to destroy the Catholic church as a locus for public influence even then. Kavanagh's poem recreates an Irish Times theatre review. He gives us the bare outlines of a play that exposes what the playwright and The Irish Times regard as the outdated uselessness of the Catholic church. Then the poet shows us the play's actors, producers and writers sitting in a Dublin Four drawing room savouring their Irish Times review. The review refers to the Catholic church as a "monster's dying roar." Kavanagh then delivers the most deadly lines in poetry which to this day sum up perfectly the disparity in insight, courage and wisdom between champagne socialist conformist marxians and the heroes of the Catholic Church:
"While priests walked homeward barefoot through the parishes of Cork and Kerry,
Breda poured another dry white sherry."

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