"My favourite part is a tie between the anecdote about sending postcards from his band’s New York tour to the Irish social welfare office, and his finding out a hallucinated group of pygmies due to a mushroom trip were, in fact, a tour group of dwarves coincidentally visiting the nightclub at the same time (!)." —Sam Enright
"Spring View
The country is broken, though hills and rivers remain,
In the city in spring, grass and trees are thick.
Moved by the moment, a flower's splashed with tears,
Mourning parting, a bird startles the heart.
The beacon fires have joined for three months now,
Family letters are worth ten thousand pieces.
I scratch my head, its white hairs growing thinner,
And barely able now to hold a hairpin."


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