The Sky Is The Limit. You Never

When I Look Back On My Childhood I Wonder How I Survived At All. It Was, Of Course, A Miserable Childhood: The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While. Worse Than The Ordinary Miserable Childhood Is The Miserable Irish Childhood, And Worse Yet Is The Miserable Irish Catholic Childhood.

I've Been Writing In Notebooks For 40 Years Or So.

After A Full Belly All Is Poetry.

The Master Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For The Faith And Dad Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For Ireland And I Wonder If There’s Anyone In The World Who Would Like Us To Live.

I Can't Go Back. The Past Won't Go Away In This Family.