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FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2006

Poetry

Eritrea My Ithaca
- L. Calio
Escape
- P. Corso
Losing a Country
- M. C. Delea
Inclined
- EF Di Giorgio
A Sicilian in Potter’s Field
- G. Fagiani
a color called family
- J. Farina
The Past
- M. M. Gillan
Don’t Speak
- D. Gioseffi
Sharkia
- G. Hanoch
The Old Blatherskites
- T.S. Kerrigan
Seal Woman’s Lament
- C. Loetscher
Barefoot
- C. Lovin
L'amara Primavera
- Q. Marrone
Understudy
- L. A. Moseman
Brooklyn and America
- F. Polizzi
Death of Brahan Seer
- T. Reevy
For Sean Sexton
- T. Sexton
The City at the Center of the World
- A. Verga
Right Angles
- R. Viscusi
Agrigento
- J. Wells


FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2006

Prose

No Matter How Far
- L. Dolan
Ireland and Sicily: Two Islands
- E. Farinella
Southern Exposure
- M. Lisella
Because She Was
- J. O’Loughlin
Flying
- P. Schoenwaldt
Review of DANCES WITH LUIGI
- T. Zeppetella

FEATURED ARTIST
Melissa Kennedy

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T.S. Kerrigan


THE OLD BLATHERSKITES HAVE THEIR SAY, BEWAILING THE CURRENT GENERATION

Jem

Look at those boyos, the swaggering fools,
Lurching through life with their drugs and their drink,
Getting expelled from the National Schools.
Blaring their rock music, how do they think?
Why would their bed mates ever suppose
Their gaudy tattoos and pierced ears and nose
Seem to the rest of us chic, debonaire?
Why do they look like they're not really there?

Dosser

What will they do – become 9 to 5 boys
By snapping their fingers, like that, the fools?
The future's no place for excuses and ploys,
Larking through life with your own set of rules.
They'll never see crooked places made straight,
Or play at musical chairs with the great.
They'll all learn in time they haven't a prayer.
What are they laughing about over there?

Jem

Their nubile companions grown taciturn, grim,
How could these girls be appealing as wives,
These kittens they lent to friends on a whim?
How could their kind lead conventional lives?

Dosser

Imagine them parents, planned or unplanned,
Getting along with no money on hand,
Bathing the kiddies and combing their hair.
Why do they act like they don't really care?

Jem

Or are we just envious, priest-ridden men,
Browbeat and bullied in chapel at ten,

Dosser

Rushed into marriage pre-penetration,
Purity mattering more than sensation.

Jem

Often pretentious,

Dosser

Seldom sincere.

Jem and Dosser

Why do we look like we're not really here?