from Irish Travellers 1965-71
I was paging through the photographs of Alen MacWeeney, particularly the collection "Irish Travellers 1965-71" when this one almost made me choke on my coffee. I mean, WTF? Do you see what I see? Does the guy in the glasses remind you of anybody? In particular, someone who is alleged to have died in 1939?
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
You read it here first. Who knows? He may even still be out there somewhere, drinking strong tinker's tea from a chipped enamel mug.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing...
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