Guardian Weekend has poet Dennis O'Driscoll as a featured poet and his poem is called ...
I know my type
And I'm not impressed
Throwbacks to an earlier age
Set in our ways
Getting more retro-looking every year
strikes a cord of that awful feeling of the passing of time with nobody around to focus attention on the
writer and poet where the way we are now is the way we have always been and somehow or other
the dye is cast, we are classed now as before, and the tedium I suppose of it all is why the poet
is not impressed at all.
Our dress code is old hat
Our interest in networking sites is silch
Creatures of habit, we still insist
on written confirmations
This stanza seems to deal out the sense of getting it right but at the same time questioning whether or not
this is the right way to proceed and should be not bend and change.
Still hanker after printouts
passbooks, cheques when
all about us bank online
Still look to a wristwatch for the time
Peruse the smudgy broadsheets for our news
An interesting observation in this stanza and the sense of complaint but I hasten to add I have a friend
who sells jewellery and he would disappoint his customers should we follow the poet's line and ditch our
flashy armbands with watches embedded.
Spoilers of the nation's
vibrant image its youthful
gung ho status here on
past our die before date
This stanza reminds of getting it right with the sell by date!
we fool no one with
our claims to feel
first rate thank God
Not a bother. Tip top shape
Touch coffin wood
Death in this stanza has not lost its hold over the poet
Great work pays UP!