The Heelers Diaries

the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet

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Thursday, August 04, 2016

a modest discourse with the post mistress on the sanctity of life

"What can I get for you James?"
"Two stamps for France, three for Dublin, and help me fight abortion."
"There's the stamps."
"And the other thing?"
"James there are times when it's necessary. I'm not in favour of these ones going in and getting abortions every day of the week. But sometimes there's no alternative."
"It's never necessary."
"Ah James."
"The commandment is: Thou shalt not kill. That means, not even if we think we've got a really, really, really good excuse. You know the pharmacies are giving out abortions in a pill form now."
 "Those pills are taken so early, James you can't say there's a baby there. At that stage nobody knows if there's a baby there or not."
"If you shoot into my house and kill me without knowing whether I was at home or not, it's still murder."

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

comparative religious studies

"Are you a pagan?" I demanded grimly.
"It depends on what you mean by that," parried my feminist cousin Pauline.
"Do you worship nature?" I persisted.
"Well, I'm very fond of it," she answered cheerily.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

out of the mist

Driving in the mountains.
I pass a man at the side of the road. He is holding a sign which reads: "Tinahely Fair Day."
It is like a mystical bolt from the blue.
The name in Irish is Tine Na h-Eilithe.
It means fireside of the Healys.
Our traditional clan territory in ancient times no less.
Ancestral winds tug at my heart.
The ghost of some long lost singer called Joan appears beside me.
It's not Joan Baez, not Joan Armatrading, definitely not Joan of Arc, come on you know the one, ah, Joni Mitchell maybe, I think it's her.
Just for me the ghost of Joni Mitchell sings a new version of her classic Woodstock song:

"We spent the day a wandering
Around the Wicklow Gap
There were boulders scattered everywhere
And quite a bit of sheep crap.
I met a child of God
With a sign for the Tinahely fair
And something in my soul said
Son you gotta be there
We are stardust
We are touchy feely
And we've got to get back
To Tinahely
Ner ner nedle ner ner
Nerdle ner ner ner"

I like this song.