Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tom Mathews to read at Ó Bhéal, Cork

Poet and artoonist Tom Mathews will read at the monthly Ó Bhéal poetry evening in Cork on November 26th, 2012.

Tom Mathews was born in Dublin in 1952. After working in advertising he studied Fine Art at the National College of Art and Design in Dublin. He has been a freelance cartoonist, writer and critic since 1975. His work appears regularly in The Irish Times and Sunday Independent newspapers. He has had thirty one-man shows and his paintings have been exhibited in Living Art, the National Portrait Show and at the RHA. He has illustrated a dozen books, written a novel and published three volumes of cartoons. His last prose book, The New Adventures of Keats and Chapman, was published in 2008 while his debut collection of poems, The Owl and the Pussycast and Other Poems, was published by Dedalus in 2009. The poet's hobbies, he says, are "drinking stout and talking too much about James Joyce and Groucho Marx".

One Night I

One night I ended up in a flat in Rathmines 
With a girl who told me she used to go out 
With Paul Hewson. I sat on the bed and read 
Her Beckett’s verse: 

It’s rather fun, though not such fun as sex, 
Reciting Echo’s Bones to Bono’s ex. 

News from the Old Country

When every line was a crossed line
Every piece was a show piece
Every cross was a Shawcross
And every McNiece was an Apple McNiece

Every edition was a first edition 

Every age was a coming of age 
Every act was an act of contrition 
Every cage was a gilded cage.

Every cage was a gilded cage 

Every Shaw was a kickshaw 
Everyman was a Zimmerman 
 every Ricks his rickshaw

Every bear was a Pooh Bear 

Every bah was a big poobah 
Every frock was a Prufrock 
And every pére was Ubu Pére.

When every pére was Ubu Pére 

Lou and Andy sang Andalucia 
Every Dylan was a Thomas Mann 
And every Fonze a fons bandusiae

When every whore was a write hoor 

Every Lane was a Dialstone
Every heure was a Flann heure
And every Myles was a milestone.

When every Myles was a milestone 

Every hack drove the barman barmy
Every soldier was a dead soldier 
Every army was a standing army.

Every cough was a coffin nail
Every drink was a deoch an doras 

Every feed was a feed of ale
Every chorus was a croaking chorus.

Every chorus was a croaking chorus 

Every bede had his bidet
Every see was a Sargasso Sea
And every deed had its D-day.

Every D-day was an LSD day 

Every sou was an aperçu
Every dime was a paradigm 

And every quid a ‘Quid Rides?’

When every quid is a ‘Quid Rides?

Every line is a line in the sand 
Every but is a buttress
And every and is an ampersand.

Every rhyme is a half rhyme
Every verse is too clever by half
When fool’s gold maketh the golden calf 

Every line is a crossed line.

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