Jedward and their own end
Often, the most poignant and potent moment of a culture is its dying gasp. Before the end, as a world implodes, there is a last great gathering of its energies. A shaman has a vision in the forest and arrives back with a millennial vision of salvation in which the ancient spirits are revived. A writer emerges to chronicle a way of life with a steely clarity forged from the urgent knowledge that it must be recorded before it dies. A painter evokes its colours and essences with a feverish intensity imbued with the magical hope that, if only it can be captured, it will not fade. A singer sustains a plaintive dying fall on the air and, in that note, a whole world hovers on the edge of extinction.
Fintan O’Toole in today’s Irish Times on Jedward.
Fintan O’Toole in today’s Irish Times on Jedward
Um, that would actually be yesterday’s Irish Times, Conall. Is the post delayed again? You should try reading it on the web.
Fintan is changing.
Having masterminded the move of the Irish Labour Party into being the least popular of all parties amongst the annoyingly socially conservative and nationalist DE cohort, he now laments the loss of Gaelic culture.
It cannot be long before he dons tweed underpants and starts denouncing derivativism from his Burren bungalow.
What Jedward actually represent is the dying gasp of a very sick patient; banal, crass; hopelessly out of tune, they perfectly mirror the false golden dawn that was the Celtic Tiger.
Is this a good reason to vote for Jedward (yeah probably)
Fair point Horseman.
The old day job is getting in the way of my light reading!
Does anyone know, how soon after birth were these fellows seperated? And why?
Next week, Simon Cowell gives his thoughts about NAMA.
“Next week, Simon Cowell gives his thoughts about NAMA.”
Oh if only he would. And following his excoriation, accompanying the boos of the TINA brigade, a trademark “Sorry!”