I Drink To Keep Body And Soul

I Drink To Keep Body And Soul Apart.

Strange, It Is A Huge Nothing That We Fear.

Yet There Are Times When A Deeper Need Enters, When We Want The Poem To Be Not Only Pleasurably Right But Compellingly Wise, Not Only A Surprising Variation Played Upon The World, But A Re-tuning Of The World Itself.

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.

Loyalism, Or Unionism, Or Protestantism, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, In Northern Ireland - It Operates Not As A Class System, But A Caste System.