The Irish love the spoken word...reciting poetry from memory is an admired skill...
I was at Finca Mycol (Living off the Grid)
this week, sitting around the campfire one night. Guy, a WWOOFer, asked
me what it was like living in Ireland. I told him the Irish loved a
good poem. He smiled and recited "Bluebird", by Charles Bukowski.
Electric! No electricity required.
There's a blueb…
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