Tongulish
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Tongulish is the language of sweet talk, babble and blather, quibble and quizzical. And Tongulish is spoken throughout Rita Ann Higgins's lively new collection. These are provocative and heart-warming poems of high jinx and telling social comment by a gutsy, anarchic chronicler of Irish lives and foibles, mischievous and playful in their portrayal of feckless folk and outcasts, flirts and weasels, gasbags and scallywags.
'It shouldn't be unusual to hear a smart, sassy, unabashed, female working-class voice in Irish writing. But it is. Higgins's achievement doesn't depend on that rarity value, but it is certainly amplified by it. Higgins is, quite consciously, an artistic outsider... a unique fusion of wry, deadpan humour on the one side and absolute sincerity on the other. She doesn't congratulate herself for her sympathy with those who are (in this case literally) outside the world of art. She simply sees and writes. Her humour and playfulness keep sentimentality and self-righteousness resolutely at bay... She has made what is still the most direct and powerful statement of the class divide in Irish society... The boom years had no great effect on Higgins's voice, on her point of view or on her style. She had a manic linguistic energy long before the hysteria of the Tiger era quickened the pulse of the culture as a whole: Higgins could be regarded, in one of her guises, as Ireland's first rapper.... Her political satire hasn't lost its edge, but it no longer reads as a cry in the wilderness... Now the bubble's burst, we're left with our real treasures, and Rita Ann Higgins is one of them.' – Fintan O'Toole, writing in The Irish Times on Ireland Is Changing Mother.
'Higgins's voices are so distinctive and real that a whole world of semi-rural Irish poverty rises around the reader with the jolting acuity of an excellent documentary...an hilarious, absorbing and thoroughly disturbing experience.' – Kate Clanchy, Independent
'Rita Ann Higgins means a unique line in human warmth; and a unique colour of humour and a unique clarity.' – Paul Durcan
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Tongulish - Rita Ann Higgins
Easy on the Ankle
It was a non-fatal attack
but if that high heel
had gone an inch
one way or the other
he was Long-John-Silvered
without a spoon in his mouth.
He’d have ended up sucking
his porridge through a jackdaw.
And what would he do then –
blame the council I suppose!
‘Council assistant takes high heel
to man over parking fine.’
As it was, his eye was hanging out
by its socket.
So much so that he squealed,
half wildebeest, half agony aunt.
People didn’t know whether
to laugh or laugh louder,
he was making a right fool of himself.
Anything babe, you can have anything,
even my maggot collection.
And you know the way I am
about them maggots.
You can sell my python on eBay.
Just get help, I’m begging you.
Put a sock in it, she said,
in a guerrilla-warfare voice.
Now hop along for yourself
and think twice before you start
telling me how useless I am.
Capisce!
I’m good for something
as we both can see.
Furthermore, a council assistant
would never wear high heels in City Hall.
They wear flats for comfort,
easy on the ankle,
easy on the eye.
The Waiter
The waiter was flipflopping
all over the place,
flailing in his long fishnet sleeves.
Enough net to catch a dogfish
and a county in.
Menus were flying,
left right, left wrong.
Then up into an arc
and he catches them
on their way home.
They were wine menus.
It was ten a.m.
I was about to ask for coffee.
He sped back to the cutlery station
which looked like a stainless steel grotto.
All knives pointing skywards
He stole a quick look at his reflection
in a chipped dinner plate.
It gave him a kind of three dimensional swag.
His hair looked longer
and thicker, good for a ponytail.
I said just coffee, black.
Wearing my happy Christmas,
I didn’t see your reflection
in the plate look.
The indignity of it for him,
and he all menu-draped and driven.
Flailing and pirouetting
thinking brandy-roasted lobster
and pan-seared breast
of Mullingar mallard.
Just coffee, I said again.
He turned in on the baubles
on the lopsided tree.
After a silent scream of
‘she only wants coffee’
he started talking in bauble,
and there he lost me.
Now he’s on a skateboard
flying past my table.
He did an about-face,
and landed the coffee near me,
four tables down to be precise,
reachable by gannet stretch
or dogged determination.
As I was leaving
he started with the bauble lingo,
rising and falling,
tinsel between his teeth.
He checked me out on the cracked plate,
starting at my heels and working up.
He brayed in bauble and babble
then he lost me,
all over again.
The Middle Man
In a bar in Mayo
two old men sit stools apart
at half eleven
of an August morning.
They will speak to each other
or to the space between
when the time is right.
A slow half-hour might crawl by.
It’s changeable, one said.
Very, said the other
after a well-thought-out pause
with a ‘Huh’ in front of it
that came out like a jibe.
There was a fierce downpour earlier
when I was leaving home.
What direction did you come from?
Another slow moon orbits.
From over beyond.
I see, said the other man
who felt