The Frontal Cortex


Indulge me, for I can’t stop thinking about this poem. It’s an excerpt from The Cure at Troy, by Seamus Heaney:

Human beings suffer,
they torture one another,
they get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
can fully right a wrong
inflicted or endured.

The innocent in gaols
beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
faints at the funeral home.

History says, Don’t hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.

And here’s Bruce!

That was cathartic. We’ll soon be back to blogging about the brain.


  1. #1 Rachael
    November 5, 2008

    Last night was full of tension, relief, and then happiness. Today was just happy…

  2. #2 S Sherman
    September 12, 2011

    I saw a lot of website but I believe this one has got something special in it.

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