Frank Corcoran

Mine taught me great Horace badly, stupidly, morosely, a bad taste in the Lazio mouth.
He meant: ” More tensile than steel, tauter than tight wire my odes and stunts and cunts. ” He sang rightly: ” Copper-fasten the now in tones, rhythms, phrased stetements and sobs and shrieks and atonal sighs. Breath ! ” Maith thú , a fhile” MIGHTY!