BRENDAN BEHAN, seen here with Harpo Marx, often said ‘ I’m not a writer with a drinking problem, I’m a drinker with a writing problem’. His brother, Brian, saw it slightly differently; ‘What Brendan really was was a painter with a writing problem. No matter in what country of the globe he resided, or how many luminaries he met, the would always be a painter in his soul . If he had remained one for his livelihood, he could still be alive today’. In other words it was the fame that killed him just as much as the drink.
This is a poem that Dominic O’Riordan wrote about Brendan
I remember him riding the air
A mixture of Puck and the goban Saor
With ruffled shirt and hair astray
In Grafton Street on a gusty day
Respectable gents and maiden aunts
Held tightly in their briefs and pants
Lest their bowels might be disturbed
Hearing genius roaring by
Language of love and obscenity
The words he uttered were very simple
“Your mind is as small as a knacker’s thimble,
Scarperer,joxer, fluther, brother
Hold your hour and have another”
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so that was a new word for me. thanks for contributing to my education. or is that delinquency?
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delighted to contribute to your education Michaelnjohns!
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