hello people. lesley wrote: I love the old JJ. What do you think of Samus Heaghney? He was here last ahhhh. seamus heaney. one of those poets that was *destroyed* for me by my primary school education. i can still remember being forced, aged eight, to learn 'blackberry picking' by rote. ten years later i can still recite the effing thing too. (and when asked to, it *must* be done with exaggerated eight-year-old poetry reading enunciation...) 'blackberry picking, by seamus heaney late august, given heavy rain and sun, the blackberries would ripen. at first one, a glossy purple clot, among others, red, green, hard as a knot....' etc etc ad infinitum. and it's a depressing poem for a little kid. it's all about how when you pick hundreds of blackberries they're really yummy and everything, but after a few days in your bathtub, they go all manky and moudly and gross. and how nothing lasts and, yeah, you may think things are great now, but BLACKBERRIES DON'T LAST FOREVER, KIDS! from a more adult perspective: seamus heaney is on all the curriculae in this country. mainly because, as irish people, we are all supposed to relate to themes like potato peeling, and drowning puppies, and ploughing, and other such rural pursuits. the thing is, i've lived all my life in suburban and urban dublin, and i just find it terrifically diffucult to *get* alot of his work. same goes for patrick kavanagh. [1] it's the fact that his subject matter is of *zero* interest to me, and the fact that i was force fed his work for my entire education, that turns me off heaney. i have an immense amount of *respect* for the man and his work, but i never have been, and never will be, able (or open enough?) to appreciate it fully. :helena, resident oirish egocentric [1] although i hate such poems as 'stony grey soil' i really like the later poems about the canals and all... my favourite kavanagh would probably be 'in memory of my father'. ObSal: I reread RHTRBC last night. It has reaffirmed Muriel's position as my current favourite Salinger character.