Symbolics
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By Randall Stephen Hall © 13.2.15.
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First broadcast on East Antrim Community Radio.
Narrated by Samuel MacHoojah.
Samuel MacHoojah first broke into the public imagination with
his narration of “Chubbs”, (a poem about man-boobs), first performed
at Skainos, as part of the East Belfast Arts Festival in 2014.
Randall Stephen Hall likes to collaborate with lively characters like Samuel MacHoojah, Hugh Midden and Daniel Ferguson. Observing the world around him in all its colourful manifestations.
The Red Hand of Ulster.
The dead hand of Custer.
The head man of Munster.
The keks of some chancer.
The Silver Hand of Nuada.
The silver band of Yerdagh.
The Silverstream and River Bann.
Look at her, and who’se yer man?
Some smokey bacon flavoured crisps.
Midget Gems and liver lips.
Up and down the streets we go.
Warrin’, flags and marchin’ slow.
Who’se yer man?
I know his face.
Mastermind or master race.
Hey, Sieg Heil, I slap yer gub.
The round and round in circles club.
Beer and bums and rubber talk.
Bouncin’ like a drunken walk.
Rough and ready salty boys.
Beans on toast with tears of joy.
The chair leg of Meg.
The Bog Chain of Dreg’s.
The Breeze Block of Roc.
The Two Twigs of Fokk.
(That’s FOKK. Our shared community.)
The punch bag of Aengus.
The dung heap of Mangus.
The blue bells of Skye
With a wee slice of pie.
Triumphalist and wise a bap.
Pointy heads in old flat caps.
Dockers, welders, engineers.
Talkin’ crap and drinkin beer.
All connected, all a piece.
The broken jigsaw of McNiece.
Jagged ragged, hand-me-downs.
Shamrocks, guns and her auld crown!
Irish men and Brit in one.
Talkin’ shit and swiggin songs.
My heads melted with all this mon.
Father, mother, three in one.
Stir it up like fightin’ cats.
Jasper Johns and Holy rats.
A humpin’ thumpin’ Laundromat
Soapy suds and hey, how’s that?
Catch a grip you bunch of dunts.
Lippy loves and all up fronts.
Here’s my taxi, got to run.
Text me here, next Tuesday son . . .
The end.
Wee lad: ‘My da says look at the cut of yer man’s kecks, symbolics!