see Blog notes for 2/20: (We moved on to the Flea, which Paul helped us appreciate for its spicy suggestions and more background on John Donne quoting his use of vernacular with a liberal translation of The Canonization: "Shut up and let me love!" (Well... the opening line is actually, "For God Sakes Woman, be quiet... ") Paul shared this on Monday evening 2/24: "a work in progress" and will likely still be so by Wednesday (2/27)
Intercession
For the Christ's sake
Would ye ever put a cork in it
And leave me in me lover's mask?
Pray me health as I shake and stride
Upon a pair of flamin" feet,
Me fortune's receding faster than me hairline,
While you, so portly in pounds
Sit on the board of the bloody British Art Museum !
You set your wits in stone, you preserve your face
In honors of interlocking everlasting fame.
Do what you dare
To save me money
That I may save me ladies true
And keep me ould kip alive.
Make the numbers work
That I will carry on,
And let me love.
Recited by a man in his pints at Davy Byrnes's Moral Pub, 21 Duke St. Dublin.
Made famous by James Joyce, Ulysses, the Lestregonians.
If you ever should go down to Davy Byrnes's Pub, tell them you knew me then, along with Barney, the daytime barman and the lady known as Kate.
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