Broadcasting is plastic; while it can ape the press, it can also emulate the arts. Louis MacNeice More Quotes by Louis MacNeice More Quotes From Louis MacNeice Time was away and somewhere else, Louis MacNeice glasses somewhere-else love Better authentic mammon than a bogus god. Louis MacNeice It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather. Louis MacNeice glasses blow fall None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives. Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall. Louis MacNeice wall heart lying A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark. Louis MacNeice cat grace tails World is suddener than we fancy it. Louis MacNeice ireland fancy world I am not yet born; Forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyound me, My life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me. Louis MacNeice mean hands thinking I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity. Louis MacNeice freeze born humanity Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go. Louis MacNeice distrust capitalism party World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various. Louis MacNeice spit world thinking The sunlight on the garden Louis MacNeice garden gold time September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses. Louis MacNeice autumn wall kissing a fortress against ideas and against the Louis MacNeice crumbling men ideas There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces Louis MacNeice hawks sorrow faces You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Louis MacNeice suicide heart past It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw Louis MacNeice tickets greed want blind wantons like the gulls who scream Louis MacNeice gulls rip dream It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium, Louis MacNeice government country years Why do we like being Irish? Partly because Louis MacNeice giving water world World is crazier and more of it than we think, Louis MacNeice world thinking
