November verse 17: Homonyms A crash and panic in Vienna. Eyemouth, many fishers died. Women beaten at a demo. Perfect storm Lake Erie-side. King Zog vanquished by Il Duce. Allied planes shot down in Norway. Flood, tornado, bombs and fire, scandals, massacres – all dire, all sharing in this nomenclature. Why choose this term to sell us stuff? Why don't we shout, Enough's enough! Why take it on as second nature? What next, merchant brotherhood? Yes, why not call this Friday good?
When I started writing this, I had the Black Friday bushfires in Victoria in mind. But a quick look at Wikipedia made me realise that Black Fridays are legion. Here’s the link if you want to know more.
Also: if anyone knows the James McAuley poem whose last line is echoed by by my last line here, please tell me its title and where I can find it. [Added later: It wasn’t James McAuley at all, but TS Eliot, the last line of Part 4 of East Coker in Four Quartets: ‘Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.’]
Me fail? I fly! 
I don’t know that McAuley poem but you might find it here: https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/mcauley-james
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Thanks, Josie. I’ll look there. It looks more promising than other sites I’ve searched
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I went searching again, and this time had success. It turns out it wasn’t McAuley who was echoing in my head after all, but T S Eliot
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