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OCTOBER 4TH
My first, and, so far, only – and that minor –
cardiac infarction fell on the date
of the sixty fourth anniversary
of The Battle of Cable Street, when the Jews
and the Irish stuffed Mosley and his Blackshirts,
the Old Wykehamist and his numbskulls,
the Daily Mail’s darling, a Great White Hope.
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The consultant – of the old, aloof school,
and treated with awe by theatre staff –
liked Benny Goodman for accompaniment.
On a vast black and white monitor I watched
as, through my groin, the catheter sidled
the arterial highways to my heart.
How essentially anonymous we are!
They could have been anybody’s body parts!
I turned away, listened to the King of Swing’s
version of Bessie Smith’s ‘After You’ve Gone’ –
‘some day when you grow lonely your heart will break…’
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Today is the eighty fourth and the nineteenth
respectively. There is no need, perhaps,
for barricades, and I have almost learned
the lessons of my heart.
Note: the poem was first published on 4.10.19 on Facebook .
4 responses to “OCTOBER 4TH”
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In the words of the pantomime. Almost? Oh, yes, you have. Lovely and moving.
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Interesting, how we connect things. No need for barricades.
Be present to the heart. Be well. -
Good stuff this – not so the source material(s).
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Connexions… My mother, who died in 2009 aged 94, was a young nurse working in the East End of London at this time (as I have mentioned privately) and would talk vividly and in disparaging terms of Mosely and his followers. I, too, recall your experience with a catheter (which in my case did not do the job). There was no music playing, but I recall very clearly chatting to the Registrar who had inserted it, a very pleasant fellow not much older than my own doctor son, about this and that, as he stood with his thumb pressing on the point of the insertion in my groin for what seemed a long time till he felt the small wound had sealed (which it did). The combination of the serious and the banal in such an immodest circumstance struck me as absurd.
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