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Cormac E. McCloskey: February 2015
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Saturday, 14 February 2015. A Birthday Celabration: Age 73. At the church of Our Lady and Saint Walstan, in Advent,. They did all the right things. On Sunday's, adults came to the sanctuary - bearing gifts:. Toys, that the Salvation Army would distribute among the poor,. Foodstuffs for the hungry;. And for the people of Cambodia, toothbrushes, ("new"),. And discarded spectacle frames. And on Christmas morning at the priest's invitation,. The little children" coming eagerly up the isle.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: March 2013
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Thursday, 21 March 2013. Provoked, by a Dead Poet. As with the saints, I have experienced levitation, but always in. A quiet imagining, myself suspended above the fray. And I have awakened sometimes reassured, that the past. Is just that - the past. Once I dreamt that Saint Th é. Sa of Lisieux sat unperturbed,. In a hen-house engulfed in flames. And I don't usually dream. Revised: 11th May 2013. Labels: Provoked by a Dead Poet. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: February 2013
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Thursday, 14 February 2013. A Birthday Celebration: Age 71. Above the panelled walls a balustrade,. And through the uprights, lives of the saints. And coming down, sometimes,. Through the obligatory silence,. The sound of Stan singing, " I'll be your sweetheart. The most ungainly and forgetful of saints, and ships carpenter,. Who once slipped between two hulls into the Mersey. And Bob: bald, rotund and robust:. A miniature priest with a heart of gold,. In body and mind,. Labels: A Bi...
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Cormac E. McCloskey: A Birthday Celabration: Age 73
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Saturday, 14 February 2015. A Birthday Celabration: Age 73. At the church of Our Lady and Saint Walstan, in Advent,. They did all the right things. On Sunday's, adults came to the sanctuary - bearing gifts:. Toys, that the Salvation Army would distribute among the poor,. Foodstuffs for the hungry;. And for the people of Cambodia, toothbrushes, ("new"),. And discarded spectacle frames. And on Christmas morning at the priest's invitation,. The little children" coming eagerly up the isle.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: A Birthday Celebration: Age 71
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Thursday, 14 February 2013. A Birthday Celebration: Age 71. Above the panelled walls a balustrade,. And through the uprights, lives of the saints. And coming down, sometimes,. Through the obligatory silence,. The sound of Stan singing, " I'll be your sweetheart. The most ungainly and forgetful of saints, and ships carpenter,. Who once slipped between two hulls into the Mersey. And Bob: bald, rotund and robust:. A miniature priest with a heart of gold,. In body and mind,. Labels: A Bi...
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Cormac E. McCloskey: A Birthday Celebration: Age 70
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Sunday, 17 June 2012. A Birthday Celebration: Age 70. It is not the same at 85, for the motorists passing,. For the wheelchair and elfin hand, raised in greeting, are gone. And the bouquets, wilted, have been taken away. And there is no honking of horns. It is not the same amidst the faery voices of women,. Thrilled with their innocent pastimes and social chit chat,. For they know that something, and someone, is missing:. That Charlotte, and her voice, are gone. 169; Cormac McCloskey.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: August 2013
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Saturday, 31 August 2013. My sense is of a life well lived:. Of genius, faith, and grit. Of a landscape, ploughed-over. Harrowed, and sown. Of a force, ancient as Aran,. Sweet as the Derry air. On the anvil of his passing,. The menacing loss of a friend. Over a cup of tea it occurred to me, that in the original, I had the farming metaphors in the wrong order. Not a mistake that Seamus would have made. Cormac 31 August 2013. Labels: A Fond Farewell. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Cormac E. McCloskey: EDUCATION
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Tuesday, 9 October 2012. I was four feet two and a half inches,. And facing into the corner, "for talking,". And with old Mrs Donnelly thinking that she had the upper hand. But my head was buzzing with excitement at the vanished horizon,. And the discovery, that there was no limit to what the mind could do. Turning briskly back to the walls, I had an instant - new strategy:. And raised the dusted sole of my shoe - in defiance. 10 October 2012 at 20:44. View my complete profile.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: Provoked, by a Dead Poet
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Thursday, 21 March 2013. Provoked, by a Dead Poet. As with the saints, I have experienced levitation, but always in. A quiet imagining, myself suspended above the fray. And I have awakened sometimes reassured, that the past. Is just that - the past. Once I dreamt that Saint Th é. Sa of Lisieux sat unperturbed,. In a hen-house engulfed in flames. And I don't usually dream. Revised: 11th May 2013. Labels: Provoked by a Dead Poet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In the long ago.
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Cormac E. McCloskey: June 2012
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Cormac E. McCloskey. Sunday, 17 June 2012. A Birthday Celebration: Age 70. It is not the same at 85, for the motorists passing,. For the wheelchair and elfin hand, raised in greeting, are gone. And the bouquets, wilted, have been taken away. And there is no honking of horns. It is not the same amidst the faery voices of women,. Thrilled with their innocent pastimes and social chit chat,. For they know that something, and someone, is missing:. That Charlotte, and her voice, are gone. 169; Cormac McCloskey.
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