Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Laid off about this before. Down with the sentimentalisation and trivialisation of one of our greatest radical writers. Down with the once a year Scotsmen who snigger about his drinking and womanising,who
"explode like this once a year.
The rest of the time
these man are sober
rotarians. Unionists. And that apart,
wouldn’t know a poem
if it bit them on the arse."
Hurrah for the bravery of the man himself,risking transportation or death to put forward his views of liberty and equality.
I Murder Hate
I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho' glory's name may screen us;
In wars at home I'll spend my blood-
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I'm better pleas'd to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.