Dimitri my darling H, Roberto ho ha ha ha, have you nea heard the higland maxim:

"Follow, you, closely the fame of your ancestors" 

Gearóid Iarla" (Poet Gerald) the 3rd Earl of Desmond
1358 - 98 and Lord Chief Justice of Ireland in 1367 
Romantically linked with goddess Áine who he wed

His most famous poem: Mairg adeir olc ris na mnáibh
Speak not ill of womenkind - for i am Kevin Desmond 
a geneutral bore, my mother's maiden name Swords 

four sisters, fully committed to the femminist principle
Caoimhin Deasmhuman O'Suaird - 50 50 all the way
fair play straight talker, done ranting, clarified a swirl 

within, worked my way from Sumerian cuneiform of Gilgamesh and Enkidu in
Uruk, via the earliest Anunnaki gods of Babylon - through the Golden Age of
Minoan cthonic Gaia when the tetragrammaton was s/he, a 50/50 God of
equality when  all was love and peace between the deities and us - through
the Mycenaen Silver, Bronze and Iron Ages of poor confused Hesiod trapped in
a post Heroic age, garbling confused when writing re-appeared in Greece
after the Levante collapsed - and heading on like a breeze through all the
grades a bardic bluffer has to know to speak of P - O - E - T -R - Y:

Grade one Focloc with the substrands of:

Ollaire -- Principle Beginner 
Tamhan -- Poet's Assistant 
Drisac -- Apprentice Satirist


2 - MacFuirimid -- Son of Composition 
3 - Doss -- Bushy Tree Shelterer
4 - Cano -- Cub/Whelp

5 - Cli -- Ridgepole - 
6 - Anruth -- Noble Stream

And now, after an eight year slog, of spam spam spam, sense some sort of
reconnection to on coimgne - the ancient knowledge -- filidh poets had to
know it before attaining the highest grade of ollamh - poetry professor,
Ruth and Derek, Geoff and Jeff, Carson, Hirshfield, Rumens and Ayres, Clive
James, Jimmy F and all the squares - surely they have heard - 

"s/he s no poet who does not preserve the ancient knowledge"..

Only four more years a student before the 12 are done and i become connected
to the old bores network:

"Truth in our hearts. Strength in our hands. Consistency in our tongues."

That's what the last of Homer's mob said, along with:

"Though clever with cold stones,
though a craftsman with an axe,
though sweet his singing voice,
I've heard he is dull who does not read."

...and reading i've a being constructed from the pages time forgot, 1200
years in black and white, apple pie order none can refute, for what is
Poetry but the WaR of Write and Recite, every Tuesday from 7 till late, Live
we conquer the world from a basement in Dublin, studying, making, being the
real crazees, the radz Osborne ranted of in the machevellian argy bargy all
those years ago when Bob and Eric, Lee and the chaps had full control of the
photocopier in the dilapidated Earls Court gaffe.


"There is a flagstone under the threshold. 
There is a wether under the flag. 
There is a duck in the wether's belly 
and an egg in the belly of the duck,
and it is in the egg that my soul is."

The net, innit fab for learning how to out what's within?