In Turbulent Times

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…no doubt hoping that the audience might have been larger. Denied by religious difference the pleasure of verbally crucifying Liam in front of his congregation in church, the Reverend MacNevin had decided to get compensating satisfaction by birching him in the barber’s shop. Unfortunately for the Reverend MacNevin only the barber was present. The other chairs were empty. Jackie Harrison’s assistant came in from Carraghlin only on Friday evening and Saturday.
‘I would have preferred not to inform you of this highly distasteful matter, Mr Dooley,’ the minister went on disingenuously, ‘but the act was witnessed inadvertently by two teenaged boys, one of whom happens to be my son. They went to collect waste paper at your house and it so transpired that they caught sight of the adulterers through your kitchen window. Fornicating on the floor. On the floor, I repeat. In their lustful passion they could not even wait to go to bed. I have extracted a promise from my son that there shall be no spreading of this unseemly scandal on his part, and he has endeavoured to extract a similar promise from his companion. But I fear the damage may already have been done. You can, of course, imagine the effect that such a sordid narrative must have on the imagination of adolescents. And what kind of an example does it present to them? The schoolmaster’s wife and an officer of the Royal Navy. By the greatest of good fortune, your wife is no longer a teacher at your school. You showed commendable prudence, Mr Dooley, in removing her from that position of responsibility. But I shudder to think what she might have been instrumental in instilling in the minds of her charges while she was so employed. That is why I have made it my painful duty to draw your wife’s gross indecency to your notice. It cannot be allowed to happen again. Furthermore, as a moral lesson to the young people of this village, it cannot be permitted to go unpunished. The very least you can do, Mr Dooley, is to forbid your wife ever to be seen in public with Joseph Carney again. What further steps you take to ensure that your wife does not repeat such immorality is, of course, up to you. I should think, however, that in view of the house from which she comes, such immorality and gross misconduct are indelible aspects of her character. Good day to you, Mr Dooley. And to you, Mr Harrison.’
With that the Reverend Lucas MacNevin, touching his hat to the two men, abruptly left the barber’s.
Jackie Harrison turned to finish the cutting of Liam’s hair. ‘None of this will go any further than these four walls, Liam,’ he promised.
But Liam did not hear what the barber said and would not have believed him if he had.

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HEAR ME OUT

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Tears
When we met you promised to make the sadness in my eyes disappear, the sadness you said you had noticed.
Yet you didn’t say, you meant to do this when they were full of tears.
Have a great time, my love, wherever you may be.

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Arrows

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Guacaipuro surveyed the damage.
“Your god,” he panted, “is evil.”
Then he seemed to see something in the shadows of the bushes
illuminated by the firelight, and all distress lifted from his
countenance. He reached out, but life left him at that moment. He
collapsed onto Urquía, his face buried in her bosom. I gawked at
them. He had trusted me with her life, and there she was, dead. And
he saw her die.
I was on my feet. Where had all the air gone? I gasped, trying to
suck it in, and stumbled away. My knees buckled, and I held myself
by the middle. A shout emerged from the centre of my soul, a long
throat-shredding, “No!”
She hadn’t converted either.
The Spaniards stepped back. I would have liked to see them try
and touch his body, chop off his head and take it as a trophy.
Something stopped them. Horror, I guess. As they fled uphill,
leaving only desolation behind, I felt Benjamin’s big hand on my
shoulder.
“Coming?”
I shot him a loathing look; pain choked me, tears stung my eyes,
my head throbbed. I saw in the fleeting expression that crossed his
face that that was the last thing he expected from me. He strode
away, looking back over his big, swaying shoulders a couple of
times. It was not his fault, of course, but at that moment he became
the Spaniards, a group I did not want to belong to any longer. My
reaction was unjust, and I knew it, but couldn’t bring myself to be
like Jesus.
Had I ever?
The next hours were filled with the numbness of incredulity. I just
sat there until the hut was nothing more than a glowing mass of
smouldering thatch. Desolation after the storm. Not a breath of hope
in the air. Nothing but pain and sorrow. Fragments of the person…

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Savages and Beasts

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With that reassurance that nothing was out of the ordinary
Anton walked down to his laundry room where he started
his daily work. Three washing machines started humming as
if on duty and the driers awaited for their turn soon as the first
load of clothes is cleaned. The clouds had thickened outside
his window and the rain fell constantly on the wet grass, the
leafless tree limbs, the mighty Thompson and the roof of the
mausoleum. Anton could hear the water rushing through the
downpipes, sound a cascading cataract would make. In this constant
rain the city with its almost empty streets seemed like a
place forsaken by people and God.
Anton went and sat behind his desk when Mary walked
inside. Anton got up and hugged her; a kiss was the next in order.
She glued herself to his body and their kiss turned into a long satisfying
adventure. He laughed as he pulled a bit away and looked
in her beautiful eyes. Her glance was telling him something very
sweet and definite, something beautiful and permanent which
could last for the rest of his life.
“I’ve decided to take up studies,” he said as his lips widened
in a happy smile.
It couldn’t be denied that Mary’s face saddened, “you’ll go
away?” she uttered in dismay.
“I didn’t mean it that way, baby. First of all I have to find
the proper University, apply and wait for acceptance but I also
have in mind that you would consider leaving this place to which
you don’t belong and come along with me….come baby, a new
start, a new life, away from this mausoleum…think of it. Promise
that you’ll think of it,” he asked and his concern was brightly
written in his eyes.
Mary felt a little better at those last words and she smiled
at him.

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Water in the Wilderness

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The Sisters’ dining room was quiet in the afternoon with only the distant clatter of pans and dishes in the kitchen. Tyne sat with her two former roommates – still her two best friends – at a corner table. Plates of sandwiches and cakes, and a large pot of tea had been placed before them by a novice nun.
Tyne sat back and surveyed the room. It was stark in appearance, but comfortable in which to relax. She had left Aunt Millie at Bobby’s bedside, and come here for the ‘catching up’ that Sister Carol Ann had mentioned two days earlier. She couldn’t help but wonder if she and Moe could ever catch up with, or understand, the kind of life their friend had known for the past four years. But one thing was certain – their Curly appeared happier now than she had since their early days of training.
Sister Carol Ann replaced her plain china teacup in its saucer and leaned across the table towards Tyne. Her pretty face looked eager. “I love the letters you write about the farm, Tyne, especially the ones describing the animals and how you’ve made pets of them.” She chuckled. “How is Jezebel?”
“As ornery as ever. But Morley insists on keeping her. He seems to be able to control her if no one else can. I’m wondering how Jeremy and Dad Cresswell are managing. I hope they’re careful.”

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Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

Marcinelle
the pigeons are asleep now
and the cyclone rages
amid the wild rustle of the trees
follows the suspicious silence
thunder and cannons echo in the distance
and here it rains
and rips everything
the foliage screams
trees stand ready to leave
and among the wild blackberry bush
opened just like a bare-breasted
old woman
the lighting
reveals
two rotten tree trunks
lying in the mud
bodies of two lovers
with bare branches like arms
that stir
curses
or moans
learn to live
by the peaceful edge
is the bread and the steaming pot
here is the knife
take the knife to cut the bread
take the knife
take the knife, I tell you, worker
tonight
be extra careful, tonight
t h i s n i g h t i s n o t l i k e o t h e r n i g h t s

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Tasos Livaditis – Selected Poems

Prudence
We’ve lived forgotten and unknown vertebrae of tumble down
temples, dark stoas
ancient, wrinkled earth that only promised us an eternal sleep,
and oh, wise prudence of the children, who start their
friendship with the soil early on.

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Introspection

Wonder
Although he wondered whether men of his era truly knew the meaning of inspiration, that creative monad that descended from the heavens and turned man into a vessel of the ineffable
time and again, whether the comfort of a house and a wife and a child and the philosophy of the sofa was the means he had to use to reach his goal, his insubordinate soul knew his path was elsewhere, his tracks had to be made in places he hadn’t been before. This was his call, and he accepted it from the day he left his didactic post to follow his instinct to the edge of logic and the border of insanity, yet this was his choice, to the end of ends, where only the brave dare enter, only the courageous stand unabatedly against all odds and who had their instinct as their guide

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Übermensch

Duty
It was all lost. It was the time of Hades and since
our God was dead we planted a hyacinth in the pot
and that, perhaps, was another act of redemption.
Übermensch stood by the fireplace and shifting
the logs He said: since you can do nothing for
the wilted anemone at least try to push your empty
cart uphill perhaps one day it might find its way,
with you or without, back to the desolate house,
and I bent down to pick my defeated ego; it had
all started because of our devout narcissism, when
I noticed all our dead laid in caskets as if waiting
for their resurrection.

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Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems

The Wind Perks Up
my friend laughed and suddenly he looked like my father
who would close his eyes tightly when he laughed
his shoulders would jolt and he would hold
together his hands as if clapping.
my friend, standing in front of the fireplace whispered:
The wind has perked up; we’ll try to survive
and my father dived in his ashes again.
Reality locked itself
inside its present castle
raising the white flag of the unequivocal age
days of joy re-locked themselves in a few teardrops
something insignificant was coming through the air
something of an insignificant lust suddenly appeared in the room
something insignificant we said and life passed by.

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