Frank

of course it has a great name and the mask reminds me of something. A cartoon from childhood the one with ears , noddy that’s the one. There’s american films that have to follow instructions as per the box and there’s french films that follow the path of a lunatic escaping a maze running backwards and then there’s Irish films where the truth is there to be found for those with the eyes that can see beyond the dark humour. you could fall in love with the one with the knife and the other one too if you had that inclination of a day, her accent alone would fill you with life. the red haired fucker had lines in his head about red coated ladies and white coated women and girls saving him from little boxes that have occured to myself of a day walking along listening to van morrison singing the blues. You be thinking then to yourself wasn’t the few thousand spent in a much better way than all them millions on pointless explosions where the good guy always wins and the sun always signs on a happy day, when all you want is the irish freedom to have a fecking miserable auld rainy day if you happen to want one.

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Sound of music

Love this film watched it with the kids today. which is saying something considering my views on films that follow the standard format but brilliant Freudian slip that just did so much within the film. Maria is telling the captain the home truths he needs to be told about his children and he is losing the head then he calls her captain by accident and that marks his power succumbing to her or common sense. Just brilliant

Plane

Blue and yellow seats
Her ass passed by
It looked soft
In need of squeezing
Her thighs looked firm
In need of lusting
My arm touched the arm
Of the red and white striped
Woman beside me
She flinched then relaxed
Seats are narrow woman
I wanted to say but didn’t
I caught a glimpse
She was beautiful
In a most unusual way
Outside the mountains
Look too close
Fingers of snow below
Ready to grip
We may be destined
To meet midair
Maybe not
Her husband looks dodgy
My wife looks mad
I look away
Where is the uniform
Woman gone
I miss her ass

(C) frank Mcgivney 29 dec 2014
Thanks to jack Daniels single barrel

Holiday writing

The pilot was on the drink and landed the plane in Iceland rather than Ireland or so it feels. It’s frizzling here. Back from hols in spain I discovered I love writing with pencil and paper even did some doodling in the most childlike fashion. Wrote a few poems and load of short stories on paper. It was really enjoyable . Some mad ones actually all touching that status. Hols were best ever really kids and her indoors ingreat form.