Photos: Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/
‘On The Boards’ blared from boarding school dorms,
rock songs sound tracked sunny days in second form:
Rory’s hoarse voice strained, strum scarred Strat blues,
unpretentious: faded denim, plaid shirt – fully paid dues.
Tennis racquets swung, balls bounced-off taut strings:
mini-skirted girls giggles made lonely hearts pine and sing;
strong, slim athletic limbs ran, white runners and short socks,
temptation tugged by tight t-shirts and ear tucked blond locks.
Later that Saturday, up Arts Block stairs happily ascended
to assembled authors and artists in library books; I pretended
to understand Surrealist painters deep spiritual despair:
that wood-panelled musty space became my place of prayer.
- Rory Gallagher https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rory_Gallagher