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Lord Falls • Fortnight

What a lovely season autumn is. I think I feel a poem coming on:

Season of mists and ...

The word fruitfulness keeps springing to mind, but that can't be right; all the fruit is dead now.

Season of mists and dead fruit.

No. I can just hear Martin sniggering: "Who is a dead fruit. I thought we stopped stiffing fruits years ago".

I wandered lonely as a crowd.

No, that doesn't sound right either. That's the trouble with inspiration - it never gives you all the words and then you have to make the rest up.

Martin was here last night and he has me badly out of sorts.

"Hey big lad", he says.

I said, "Don't call me that. You sound like Jim McDowell."

"But that's the point, big lad", says Martin. " McDowell is the voice of the people, the dome and steeple. I never understood the old hook and anchor - wanker - until he out-in-the-rained it to me."

Martin, I tried to explain, nobody knew that rhyming slang was native to Belfast until McDowell started speaking it. He's the only one who does speak it.

"No, I think we're losing the popular touch", said Martin. "They are calling me a bean sprout."

"Well that's nothing to what they are calling me."

Season of mists and yellow ....

It's coming now.

"Gerry", says Martin, all ponderously. "What was it all for? Was Paisley not the enemy?"

"Not at all, Martin. That was a smokescreen. We were fighting the SDLP all along. We just couldn't say it out loud."

"And who was Paisley fighting?"

He is so slow. "Paisley was fighting the Ulster Unionists."

"But why?"

"He was determined that no one was going to sell Ulster down the river but himself."

"Ah!" Martin got it. Then he went all thoughtful again. "And our job was to make sure no one but ourselves could renege on the Republic?"

"That's right."

"And why is it all right for us to sell out, if it wasn't all right for anyone else?"

Sometimes you have to speak very slowly and clearly to Martin: "Because I say so. Got it?"

"Yes, Gerry. I kitchen sink so."






















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Index: Current Articles

3 December 2006

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Loose Ends
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The People of No Principle
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Policing, a Bridge Too Far for Republicans?
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Conway Mill Debate
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Not Too Late for a United Front
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Afraid of the Voice of the People
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Ideals Live On
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Ray McAreavey

Poetry in Motion
Lord Falls

Michael Pebble
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Action Required to Stop Bullies
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O'Shea is Right on Aid Policy
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Ministerial Own Goal
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‘Beyond the Veil: Perspectives on Muslim Women in a Western Secular Context’
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The Bogeyman
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Believe It Or Not
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Contra Con Artists
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The Wrong Kind of Republican?
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Equality Agenda: British Rhetoric and Reality
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A Deal Done By Quislings
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Dr John Coulter

Deadline? Pull the other one!
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Political Policing
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It's Not The Taking Part
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Who Can Get Dr No to Say Yes?
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Equality or Equity
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Michael Gillespie

Revolutionary Unionism
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Who Needs Enemies
John Kennedy

The King's Threshold
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