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    alexo alexo is offline

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    5th May 1981 Bobby Sands MP dies after 66 days on Hunger Strike.

    The memory of this man belongs to no party or group. What he did he did and I will never forget it.

    The Rhythm Of Time

    by

    Bobby Sands


    There's an inner thing in every man,

    Do you know this thing my friend?

    > It has withstood the blows of a million years,

    And will do so to the end.


    It was born when time did not exist,

    And it grew up out of life,

    It cut down evil's strangling vines,

    Like a slashing searing knife.



    It lit fires when fires were not,

    And burnt the mind of man,

    Tempering leandened hearts to steel,

    From the time that time began.



    It wept by the waters of Babylon,

    And when all men were a loss,

    It screeched in writhing agony,

    And it hung bleeding from the Cross.



    It died in Rome by lion and sword,

    And in defiant cruel array,

    When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'

    Along the Appian Way.



    It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,

    And frightened lord and king,

    And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,

    As e'er a living thing.



    It smiled in holy innocence,

    Before conquistadors of old,

    So meek and tame and unaware,

    Of the deathly power of gold.



    It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,

    And stormed the old Bastille,

    And marched upon the serpent's head,

    And crushed it 'neath its heel.



    It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,

    And starved by moons of rain,

    Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,

    But it will come to rise again.



    It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,

    As it was knelt upon the ground,

    And it died in great defiance,

    As they coldly shot it down.



    It is found in every light of hope,

    It knows no bounds nor space

    It has risen in red and black and white,

    It is there in every race.



    It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,

    It screams in tyrants' eyes,

    It has reached the peak of mountains high,

    It comes searing 'cross the skies.



    It lights the dark of this prison cell,

    It thunders forth its might,

    It is 'the undauntable thought',

    my friend,

    The thought that says 'I'm right!'
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    lapsedmethodist lapsedmethodist is offline

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    Quote Originally Posted by alexo View Post
    The memory of this man belongs to no party or group. What he did he did and I will never forget it.

    The Rhythm Of Time

    by

    Bobby Sands


    There's an inner thing in every man,

    Do you know this thing my friend?

    > It has withstood the blows of a million years,

    And will do so to the end.


    It was born when time did not exist,

    And it grew up out of life,

    It cut down evil's strangling vines,

    Like a slashing searing knife.



    It lit fires when fires were not,

    And burnt the mind of man,

    Tempering leandened hearts to steel,

    From the time that time began.



    It wept by the waters of Babylon,

    And when all men were a loss,

    It screeched in writhing agony,

    And it hung bleeding from the Cross.



    It died in Rome by lion and sword,

    And in defiant cruel array,

    When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'

    Along the Appian Way.



    It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,

    And frightened lord and king,

    And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,

    As e'er a living thing.



    It smiled in holy innocence,

    Before conquistadors of old,

    So meek and tame and unaware,

    Of the deathly power of gold.



    It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,

    And stormed the old Bastille,

    And marched upon the serpent's head,

    And crushed it 'neath its heel.



    It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,

    And starved by moons of rain,

    Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,

    But it will come to rise again.



    It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,

    As it was knelt upon the ground,

    And it died in great defiance,

    As they coldly shot it down.



    It is found in every light of hope,

    It knows no bounds nor space

    It has risen in red and black and white,

    It is there in every race.



    It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,

    It screams in tyrants' eyes,

    It has reached the peak of mountains high,

    It comes searing 'cross the skies.



    It lights the dark of this prison cell,

    It thunders forth its might,

    It is 'the undauntable thought',

    my friend,

    The thought that says 'I'm right!'
    The poem provides a neccessary counterpoint to locking the Northern Ireland Sheepdog Association Committee having their Annual Dinner in the La Mon restaurant and incinerating them. I suppose.
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    JCSkinner JCSkinner is offline

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    Doggerel.
    Bobby Sands is always vaunted by Republicans as a great writer, but everything I've ever read by him has been at best sixth-form doggerel, and this piece is a classic of the oeuvre.
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    Quote Originally Posted by alexo View Post
    The memory of this man belongs to no party or group. What he did he did and I will never forget it.

    The Rhythm Of Time

    by

    Bobby Sands


    There's an inner thing in every man,

    Do you know this thing my friend?

    > It has withstood the blows of a million years,

    And will do so to the end.


    It was born when time did not exist,

    And it grew up out of life,

    It cut down evil's strangling vines,

    Like a slashing searing knife.



    It lit fires when fires were not,

    And burnt the mind of man,

    Tempering leandened hearts to steel,

    From the time that time began.



    It wept by the waters of Babylon,

    And when all men were a loss,

    It screeched in writhing agony,

    And it hung bleeding from the Cross.



    It died in Rome by lion and sword,

    And in defiant cruel array,

    When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'

    Along the Appian Way.



    It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,

    And frightened lord and king,

    And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,

    As e'er a living thing.



    It smiled in holy innocence,

    Before conquistadors of old,

    So meek and tame and unaware,

    Of the deathly power of gold.



    It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,

    And stormed the old Bastille,

    And marched upon the serpent's head,

    And crushed it 'neath its heel.



    It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,

    And starved by moons of rain,

    Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,

    But it will come to rise again.



    It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,

    As it was knelt upon the ground,

    And it died in great defiance,

    As they coldly shot it down.



    It is found in every light of hope,

    It knows no bounds nor space

    It has risen in red and black and white,

    It is there in every race.



    It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,

    It screams in tyrants' eyes,

    It has reached the peak of mountains high,

    It comes searing 'cross the skies.



    It lights the dark of this prison cell,

    It thunders forth its might,

    It is 'the undauntable thought',

    my friend,

    The thought that says 'I'm right!'
    For a brain fart that's pretty amazing!
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    Quote Originally Posted by JCSkinner View Post
    Doggerel.
    Bobby Sands is always vaunted by Republicans as a great writer, but everything I've ever read by him has been at best sixth-form doggerel, and this piece is a classic of the oeuvre.

    No he is spoken of a working class lad who was chased out of his home at an early age. As a result of an exceptional situation in the north he spent much of his life behind bars. Both for direct charges against him and suspiscion of what he may have done.

    Many of us respect his poetry etc because it is through such things that people try to express their inner thoughts etc.

    Nobody i know calims he was the poet laureate, what we do see is an "uneducated" man expressing himself in extraordnary times.

    I apologise if you feel poetry is only for the educated middle classes, but to me poetry is more than that and should be viewed in the context of the life that person was linving.

    Bobby lived his life and wrote about it.
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    God bless Bobby Sands.
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    JCSkinner JCSkinner is offline

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    Quote Originally Posted by alexo View Post
    I apologise if you feel poetry is only for the educated middle classes, but to me poetry is more than that and should be viewed in the context of the life that person was linving.
    As I'm a working class Belfast lad just like he was, you can forget the apology, since I clearly do not believe poetry is for the middle classes only.

    Quote Originally Posted by alexo View Post
    Bobby lived his life and wrote about it.
    Poorly, for the most part.
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    Quote Originally Posted by JCSkinner View Post
    Poorly, for the most part.
    How can you decide poorly?. How a person experiences poetry is a deeply personal thing.

    Or perhaps you have a different way of anlysing poetry? In fact could you give me an analysis of Bobby's poem saying what makes it crap?
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    In brief, it suffers from antiquated structure, a lumping iambic pentameter that's centuries out of date; weak rhymes often forced through transposition; a vast amount of repetitive tropes; erratic rhythm and it is thunderingly facile.
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    No interest in the poetry, or any poetry, but I remember reading his work smuggled out on 'comms' written on toilet paper, it was impressive stuff. I remember the day of his death very well, it was the day of my fifth birthday! The way he was spoken of in my (Irish) home in England, I thought he was someone my dad worked with or something, he was spoken about in rather hushed yet reverential tones. I'm not sure people in the Republic could ever quite understand the atmosphere of the time, but it was something else...
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