The Pogues where a literary band, if ever there was one, at least out of the punk tradition. Melding as they did the punk sensibility with their Irish persuasion proved a volatile mix, indeed. Though this rendition of "The Auld Triangle" leans more toward the the Irish folk band, The Dubliners, than it does anything done by the Ramones, still, if Shane MacGowan is crooning, it's rock or nothing, lads, so here you have.
The lit connection is that the song comes from the breakthrough hit play "The Quare Fellow," by the Irish writer and raconteur, Brendan Behan. A voracious drinker - he'd once described himself as "a drinker with a writing problem - fame took it's predictable toll. He hand penned in his career, however, some of the milestones of Irish literature, in song, drama, an his autobiographical novel, Borstel Boy. He was dead by age 21 Here's the aforementioned Dubliner's version, live:
And, to solidify that rock connection, let's go full circle, with this number which Bono dedicates to Ronnie Drew of The Dubliners:
Ok, it's out of control and now really the circle starts again, with the original studio version of "The Auld Triangle" with Ronnie Drew singing:
We now turn you back over, if any of you are still here, to your regular interwebs.
Blessed Shawn
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even for winter's withering
an indifferent face...
sea gull
In the inexorable march to the sea that is the ongoing survey of past issues of Lilliput Review, we've arrived at issue #45, from June 1993. The cover above is by the artist poet Lawrence Oberc. Here's a taste from the distant past:
use of religion
let the manna turn moldy and green, holy penicillin
Evan Klein
After Paging Through American Poetry Review A Friend Sent Me In the Mail
This is the game: To compete. Ads for books, ads for writing programs. Poems like craftbaskets sold in tourist towns to the tourist who wants to be an indian. Evangelization. The sales pyramid. And the secret desire leaking from the new churchgoer: ----"If I sell what's been sold to me, ------------------------------I won't be lost alone..."
----------christien gholson
Form As An Intention
the fashion is to heal and talk the fashion is to sprinkle histrionics over former meals of drunkenness the fashion is to go away where bandaids have been laced together like this bundle of my etchings (would you like to see my etchings?)
Sheila E. Murphy
Setting Hair
walls are what make horses bodies just the right size to lie atop the first color console television that doesn't have to ride the back of anyones small children just to hold the balance between both styles of farrah fawcett hair dos
Stacey Sollfrey
-----This faint light: -----the presence
-----of absence -----in a room.
-----Audrey Haerlin
Hearth fire crackles your silhouette opens a door inviting me in
William Galasso
a different view
hanging from a maple tree upside-down I see the world face to face
Garth Ferguson
Voyeur
that heavy breath against smeared glass
the poet rubbing windows
for the world to peep through
Melissa Cannon
Well, since it's Paddy's Day and I'm working on more projects than I can count, I thought it might be time for a brief respite and some accompanying music. The first clip combines two of my favorite purveyors of urban Irish music, The Dubliners and The Pogues. To see Ronnie Drew stand side by side with Shawn McGowan is an Irish music fans idea of Fiddler's Green. If neither uttered a note, their separate unique stances sing endless refrains.
The 2nd clip is of an old time favorite singer/composer, Dominic Behan, brother of Brendan, whose recordings, aside from a cut or two here and there on an anthology, are literally unattainable. He is a long-time favorite of mine and I have none of his records. How sweet the irony then that the only place they may be obtained is via You Tube, where a handful of cuts appear in a static, still photo format. If anyone knows of any recordings out there that are available, I'm loosening those eye teeth as I type. Hope you enjoy this cut, which is but a taste of what he does so well.
Dominic Behan
In addition to the weekly tour through past issues of Lilliput on this blog, the Twitter poem-a-day from back issues of Lillies is progressing nicely. As with these weekly posts, each poem posted daily at Twitter is from a particular back issue, starting from the newest and heading backwards chronologically. The one caveat is the poem must be 140 characters (including spaces) or less. Today the poem is from issue #156. Check it out.