In the week that the world’s biggest bookseller announced they are selling more Ebooks than hardbacks, it seems apposite to hearken to the message below, written with us in mind by Ulster poet Louis MacNeice.
This dates from just over half a century ago and the time to consider the poem’s meaning has surely come.
Happily our generation comes out of this interrogation rather well, as the English language, whatever the platform, is livelier and more playful than ever. But I leave it to you to decide–after all, the piece is addressed…
When books have all seized up like the books in graveyards
And reading and even speaking have been replaced
By other, less difficult, media, we wonder if you
Will find in flowers and fruit the same colour and taste
They held for us for whom they were framed in words,
And will your grass be green, your sky be blue,
Or will your birds be always wingless birds?
-Louis MacNeice (1957)
From Selected Poems
Flickr Image by ‘Quick, like a mule’ (CC Licensed)
Our kids have great books in their bedrooms, most of which they have read or we have read to them. Here’s how to accumulate books your kids will be grateful for:
Here’s an original story I told at an Open Mic in the
If you are in or near Las Vegas in early June, I hope you can make it to the production of my new play Last of the Vegas Magicians, directed by Ruth Pe Palileo, and produced by Butcher Block Productions.
If you are in Leinster this week, check out my short play Sing Hibernia, appearing on Tuesday as part of a BIFE Director’s show in Bray. The piece was originally produced by Painted Filly Theatre in Temple Bar a few years back and I am delighted to be able to see it again.
