Country Days (2013)
“I stood and watched the procession pour out of the basilica. Wave after wave of people carrying banners representing parishes from all over Ireland. They were like a mountain stream that came on and on. Men with office faces, factory faces, drivers’ faces and men with farm faces. Women with designer clothes, boutique clothes and chain store clothes. People from different ends of the parish social ladder and off all the rungs up along as well. As I watched them the thought came into my mind that... these people were as constant as the Northern star and as indestructible in their ways as the Mayo rocks around them. Then came the bishops, priests and altar boys in white surplices. They frothed out of the basilica like milk out of a bucket. I looked well at the nuns in their religious habits, observing closely an endangered species.
All these people blended together in a sea of technicolour religion, while thirsty children in their best clothes swung off praying mothers, as they demanded crisps and minerals.MoreLess
All these people blended together in a sea of technicolour religion, while thirsty children in their best clothes swung off praying mothers, as they demanded crisps and minerals.MoreLess
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