Sinéading

A cento1 homage to Shuhada’ Sadaqat (previously Sinéad O’Connor), Irish singer-songwriter activist, 1966–2023. Words in italics are quoted lyrics, mainly from her 1990 album ‘I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got’.

I do not want what I haven’t got2
nor what I have3

I am stretched on your grave
and will lie there forever
luxuriating!4

Nothing compares 2 u5
thankfully!6

There’s been days like this before7
It’s all been a gorgeous mistake
8

All in all is all we all are.9

My apple tree, my brightness
it’s time we were together
for I smell of the earth
and am worn by the weather
10

and of course
I’m like a wild horse
but there’s no other way I could be
;11

the face on you!
the smell of you
will always be with me
12

Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
13

These are dangerous days:
to say you what you feel
is to dig your own grave
14

I am not like I was before15
and that’s a good thing!16

I have not seen freedom before17
don’t let me forget, now I’m here18

“Girl you better try to have fun, no matter what you do”
[don’t be] a fool19
it’s too late for that

All in all is all we all are20

Remember what I told you!21

Photo is a self-portrait by Catherin J Pascal Dunk taken in 2024.

Click play above to hear me read the cento in my normal voice.
Click play above to hear me read in my best Irish accent…slipping sometimes to Scots and elsewhere…
Click play above to hear me mangle some of my favourite songs together, a capella!
  1. A cento is ‘a poetic form composed … of lines from poems by other poets’, https://poets.org/glossary/cento. All of the italic lines in this poem are quoted from song titles or song lyrics, mainly from the 1990 album ‘I do not want what I haven’t got’. Cover photo is a self portrait by and of Catherin J Pascal Dunk, 2024. ↩︎
  2. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, I do not want what I haven’t got. ↩︎
  3. I had an infestation of scabies mites when putting together this work. This led me to shave my head! Looking a bit like the artist previously known as Sinéad O’Connor led to me revisiting her songs : ) ↩︎
  4. This is me being glad once the scabies mites were treated successfully and dead. I respect Shuhada’ (the artist previously known as Sinéad) with my whole being. ↩︎
  5. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Nothing compares 2 u. ↩︎
  6. As an autistic person with acute sensory sensitivity to touch, the scabies mite experience was heinous. Worst thing ever. Not sleeping well for 2+ months sent me manic af/adhd too. ↩︎
  7. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Jump in the river (co-writer Marco Pirroni). ↩︎
  8. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Jump in the river (co-writer Marco Pirroni). ↩︎
  9. From Nirvana 1993, All apologies (covered by Sinéad O’Connor 1994). ↩︎
  10. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, I am stretched on your grave. ↩︎
  11. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, My three babies. ↩︎
  12. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, My three babies. ↩︎
  13. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, The emperor’s new clothes. ↩︎
  14. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Black boys on mopeds. ↩︎
  15. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Feel so different. ↩︎
  16. The experience of scabies mites led me to understand the world and the human condition in some new ways. I’m grateful for this learning. For example, I was treated differently, shunned, avoided. I also think I got to feel a bit more what it’s like living in poverty, which is what the majority of the world’s population has to do, and in the future I believe our living standards will all need to be equalised, so this is excellent practice — and in the meantime it has greatly increased my ability to feel compassion for (all) others … including plants and animals! ↩︎
  17. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Feel so different. ↩︎
  18. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Feel so different. ↩︎
  19. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Nothing compares 2 u (lyrics by Prince? Donald Fagen & Timothy Meher/Freejunket music; previously performed by Prince/AFKAP and The Family). ↩︎
  20. From Nirvana 1993, All apologies (covered by Sinéad O’Connor 1994). ↩︎
  21. From Sinéad O’Connor 1990, Black boys on mopeds. ↩︎

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3 Comments

    1. Hey Chado, thank you so much for your comment! I don’t get many comments on my blog, or even visitors, likes, subscribers…so every time that I do, it’s hugely exciting.
      You also made me realise that I’d been very unclear about my meaning in this poem…so I’m adding a footnote or two now to clarify things!
      I actually respected and admired the artist in question (who I’m sure would prefer to be known by her final legal name at death: Shuhada’) greatly as a songwriter, singer and activist, and in any case would be highly reluctant to speak so ill of the dead LOL.
      I had a personal infestation of scabies mites recently and was referring to being glad they were all deady bones now, and glad that I’d never experienced anything like it before and hopefully never will again. It did send me a bit crazy (manic), due to lack of sleep.
      And speaking of nutters…the stigma around mental health needs some attention, as well. Mental health is a thing we all need to address from time to time. Some of us are afflicted more than others, but I don’t think this means we should be laughed at, shunned or scorned because of it. We can’t help being the way we are, for the most part, and are doing the best we can. Alternately, perhaps the ‘mad’ among us are actually the most sane of all? Because they are the ones that live in the raw, not buying in to the joint delusions that make capitalism/patriarchy/class society etc work? Interested in your thoughts!

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