Which whisky-swilling Irish alcoholic got you interested in poetry?

[Rabrrrrrr]

[4morewars]

1. My Dad !

:rofl:

[BikeWriter]

6. Hee hee hee! Good one!

[Droopy]

2. Charles Bukowski

He did swill a lot of whiskey, but I don't think he was Irish. But he was wonderful. A real man of the people. A working man's poet.

[Heidi]

3. Van Morrison.

Better known as a songwriter/singer, but a helluva poet, too.

Into The Mystic
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

[BlueIris]

4. Dylan Thomas. n/t

[Ellen Forradalom]

12. He was Welsh

Even better.

[yewberry]

5. I was already into poetry

but I guess I'd have to go with Yeats.

[markus]

8. I'm not sure Yeats fits the description of "whiskey swilling"

but he's great.

[BikeWriter]

7. I'm a whisky-swilling alcoholic poet of Irish descent...

and didn't know it until a few years ago.

[Robeson]

9. I'm a tequila-swilling Irishman who loves poetry because....

...its my blood...

[H2O Man]

10. Jim Morrison

was the first of many.

[dbt]

11. Shane MacGowan!

I come old friend from Hell tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the cross
Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three

Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned.

(That would be from "Turkish Song Of The Damned," as recorded by The Pogues, circa 1988. Pogues. For. EVER!)