|Subject:||Francis Heaney is brilliant!|
He's written an
ANTHOLOGY HOLY TANGO of Literature. I am floored with laughter. These are so good, i'm going to quote just one at a time so you can fully savour it.
TOILETS(The book is now in its third edition. Worth getting! As the preface explains, "This edition has been expanded from previous editions, in that this edition exists and previous ones do not.") 5 comments | post a comment
T. S. ELIOT
Let us go then, to the john,
Where the toilet seat waits to be sat upon
Like a lover’s lap perched upon ceramic;
Let us go, through doors that do not always lock,
Which means you ought to knock
Lest opening one reveal a soul within
Who’ll shout, “Stay out! Did you not see my shin,
Framed within the gap twixt floor and stall?”
No, I did not see that at all.
That is not what I saw, at all.
To the stall the people come to go,
Reading an obscene graffito.
We have lingered in the chamber labeled “MEN”
Till attendants proffer aftershave and mints
As we lather up our hands with soap, and rinse.