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Published: Sun Oct 15 2006
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Hunting is a Holy Occupation

In the strict fulfilment of my vows
I couched on thorns in charnel ground.
I never touched spirits or brews of grain.

Such lengths I took to keep the word
I plucked the hair out of my head
and walked a-squat like some great toad.

I shied from the cutter and neatherd
and ate the twelfth meal only, algae,
ox-dung and moss, wild millets and paddy.

I held my breath for as long as I could,
then got lashed awake with banyan rods.
So far I’ve come alone and naked,

licking my hands after eating, waiting,
to learn if God exists,
_                                             _I hate Him.

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Nick Laird is a lawyer, poet, novelist, and critic, born in 1975 in County Tyrone, Northern Ireland. His essays, reviews, and poems have appeared in various journals in Britain and America, including The London Review of Books, The Times Literary Supplement, The Guardian, The London Times, The Daily Telegraph, AGNI, The Believer, New Writing 11, and New Writing 13.

His debut collection of poetry, To A Fault, and his first novel, Utterly Monkey**,** were published in 2005. To A Fault was shortlisted for the 2005 Forward Poetry Prize for Best First Collection, and Utterly Monkey for a 2006 Commonwealth Writers Prize. His second collection of poetry is On Purpose (2007), winner of a 2008 Somerset Maugham Award. He has also received the Ireland Chair of Poetry prize, the Betty Trask Prize, and the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature.

Laird, who has lived in Warsaw and Boston, now lives in London, where he is at work on a second novel, Glover’s Mistake**,** due for publication in 2009. (updated 10/2008)

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