Traybake, Soda Farl and myself went out last night to an event at the LRB bookshop.
Earlier in the week we had been talking about school. We are all the products of the Northern Irish Grammar school system but unlike theirs my school was not exactly churning out the great and the good. I don't think a single person from the convent has ever done anything truly notable whereas SF and TB's schools were hiving with people who went on to have fabulous careers; famous statesmen, great writers, Nobel prizewinners. My school did teach you how to sit properly and what to do if you had to walk in front of the television (nod in an apologetic way to those viewing it) but it wasn't so hot on ancient Greek or the enlightenment. I think our school was a voluntary grammar school because, despite passing the 11+, we had to pay supplementary fees, buy our school uniform in the most expensive shop in the town and pay for our school issued stationary as well as buying our own books. This was a source of much anxiety in our house where there was no roughness of money. We did get a grant from the education and library board but it didn't cover the full costs of everything so we tried to buy our books second hand. This entailed an annual trip to Smithfield market in Belfast where you could buy second hand books, army surplus gear and budgies.
At TB's school they were issued with books which had already been used by older boys in the school. TB got a copy of a TS Eliot anthology which had been through two or three people's hands before he got hold of it. He carefully erased their names although some scribbled notes are still inside the book.
The person we went to hear reading was Paul Muldoon. According to the Guardian probably the best post-war poet writing in English today (Heaney was born during the war.) He was a good reader and interspersed reading his fairly difficult poems with reciting song lyrics which he also writes. He had the audience roaring with laughter.
The mistake TB made was to obliterate Paul Muldoon's name from his school book so well that he now he can't read it all and can never be 100 % sure that it was in fact Paul Muldoon's book. If it was though he certainly has some interesting ideas about Sweeney Erectus if the notes in the book are anything to go by.
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