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March 24, 2011

Poetry of the day, I think it’s an allusion to ‘A Farewell to Arms’ edition

Filed under: poetry — danylmc @ 9:35 pm

And the cold rain fell
On that back street hell.
On the hard table-top
Would the pain never stop
As the cold rain fell.

From an unnamed 1976 poem by Chris Trotter about abortion. You can find additional verses (and more besides) here.

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6 Comments »

  1. It’s worse than bad poetry it’s….LYRICS!!!!!

    Comment by Bearhunter — March 25, 2011 @ 10:56 am

  2. His argument seems to be that New Zealand was very conservative in the 70s and 80s, and so we shouldn’t try to get abortion properly legalised. Or that perhaps we should, but we should only start trying two years before an election, so if all the feminists could please STFU for another eighteen months that’d be great. So basically it’s a warmed over version of his classic refrain, “Identity politics will make Labour lose the election so get in behind the moustache.”

    Also amused at his commentators, who (despite the ruckus that Trotter is referring to) seem to have missed a lot of points about the current system (notably, that you have to get not one but two separate doctors to certify that you are at serious risk of becoming mentally ill unless you have an abortion), and who are keeping up the whole “Lots of other people have it worse than you so I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you silly little thing” schtick.

    Comment by jack — March 25, 2011 @ 11:03 am

  3. The salient point would seem to be that it is wet. And cold. So we need the socialised provison of umbrellas and overcoats.

    Or did I miss something in my interpretation?

    Comment by Andrew Geddis — March 25, 2011 @ 11:26 am

  4. Andy, you need to think big, the government should socialise the production of rain and mandate rain soaking quotas for the working classes.

    Comment by leon — March 25, 2011 @ 11:41 am

  5. And if the government only provides quotas for the working man at first, that’s ok, the little ladies can wait their turn.

    Comment by Julie Fairey — March 25, 2011 @ 11:07 pm

  6. It’s not clear to me that it means anything at all. The repetition of

    “And the cold rain fell”

    doesn’t seem to me to add anything other than the idea that the poet wanted to create an atmosphere of pathos and emptiness that rain can be evocative of.

    Comment by Ivor Griffiths — July 4, 2011 @ 5:36 am


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