the parts I must play and the cues I must take
It seems terribly quiet around here at the moment and I am exhausted after two days of good but intense conferencing.
In the course of which I remembered this poem:
Louis MacNeice - Prayer before Birth
link to the Poetry Archive, which includes recording of MacN reading it.
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.
....
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
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