There is a fascinating excerpt from Clean: An Unsanitised History of Washing, by Katherine Ashenburg in today’s London Times.
In the spirit of the book, I thought I’d quote My Masculine Skin, from my last book of poems, Dialogue in Fading Light (Dublin, New Island Books, 2005).
You can download a free copy of Dialogue in Fading Light at Irish Literary Revival.
My Masculine Skin
I would as soon not shave or shower.
Iâ€™d rather remain pre-Victorian,
and leave my hair for birds to nest in.
It would be good to lie on in bed
for weeks, letting the sheets slowly rot,
a sprawl of worthless books quarter read,
the mould on the dishes getting drier.
However! Happy as a pig in flight,
though still disdaining deodorant,
if I smell only
of my acidic masculine skin
and not of a stinking netherworld
I would wallow in,
itâ€™s because you draw me to the light.
My Masculine Skin, a poem by Philip Casey, is licensed under a
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