I write not to be remembered, but to remember. I do not write to impress, or to confer meaning upon life or as a hobby; I write to understand. I write a life for myself I know I won’t live. I don’t write about lives that I neither want nor don’t want; there is a […]
‘A Report to an Academy’ is a short story by Franz Kafka told from the point of view of an ape. The ape, ‘Red Peter’, so-called for the red mark on his cheek, the only sign thought to distinguish him from his predecessor ‘Peter’, addresses an esteemed audience of academics on the topic of his life.
You will be reading this well after Christmas is over. However, I write in its wake, the season of the most delicious leftovers of the year. How I love them and next year, I promise to give you some timely hints about what can be done to convert the detritus of your Christmas dinner into […]
If winds, currents, glaciers, volcanoes, etc., carry subtle messages that are so difficult to read that it takes us absolutely ages trying to decipher them, wouldn’t it be appropriate to call them intelligent? How would it be if it turned out that we were only the slowest and least intelligent beings in the world?
Michel Serres
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How could you depict the form of something so shapeless? A country with structure in so far as structure is a tumbling roll of rounded dice. Dark black Africa was elusive enough a thought without having to explain Congo, and all its rusty nuts and bolts. ‘Different’, of course, was the operative word – enough […]
Waiting on the boat in the sun. The boat hardly moves in the calm water. The sun hits every smooth, polished surface and is blinding. All the boats are peeling out one after another. The forecast is good and though heading out to work there is an expectation like holidays. People look on from the […]
Bread. A universally assumed, basic edible.
Make it through one day without consuming some form of this wheaten bake? Is anything more completely requiting than devouring a crunchy bread roll? A good Sandwich is produce of the skirts of heaven; what can bestow more pleasure on a native of planet earth – the anticipation, watching it […]
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Omey is a tidal Island in Connemara off the coast of Galway in the west of Ireland. From the mainland at Claddaghduff the island is inconspicuous and almost hidden. In fact you could drive along the coast road and not even realise the island exists in the […]
[Painting by Constance Markievicz of Eve Gore - Booth]
Of all the trite touristy propaganda that has ever emerged from our fair isle, the representation of Ireland that irks me most are those posters, postcards, calendars, bookmarks and all other paraphernalia depicting ‘Irish Writers’ or even worse, ‘Great Irish Writers’. Never has a mass produced postcard […]
A personal report on Living in the moment, making live art, giving of the experience, feeling the heat.
I feel myself being lifted up and forward as I am wheeled into the circle of an Audience. This bit was not rehearsed. I had to be ready to activate my art piece. A once off. Maybe it would […]
