The Girl said yesterday: What happens if you're dead and it's your birthday?
My dad in conversation with his brother: 'Ould Jimmy'd dead. And he's dead. Is that right? She'd dead too? Ah shite. Oh and you know something else? Mr O'Reilly? Dead.' This jolly conversation continued for some time.
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Great. I recognise that conversation - sounds like one my dad had many times too. He also used to retell a story (frequently) about a corpse who sat up in his coffin at a wake. Very likely.
On the same subject - here's a poem you might like/ or not.
Hooley
It doesn’t take much to summon you
uncles, aunts and you father.
Just a tune on the radio – a jig
and you’re singing and dancing in my kitchen
using pots and pans to shatter silence
clicking up your heels against the shallow grave
swaying to the rhythms and the beats of the drums
tippling whiskey and feeling the trickle
and flavour of peat, alive on your tongue
telling old stories of wakes and Will O’ the Wisp
roving the ancient bog-lands
until the light disappears
and the music ends.
Anne Kenny
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