In the week in which we were reminded many times
of Yeats' great poem Easter 1916, without which
(and all the national revivalism of Yeats and Synge & co. which went before)
the Rising might not have acquired its legendary status,
the winner of the British National Poetry Award was announced:
O, Great Northern Mall, you dwindling oracle
of upstate New York...
Jesus Christ! the grandiose bathos of it!
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