Sunday, August 30, 2015

Do I love you, Science

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The Beginning of Science     Long before Saint Patrick, leather-footed musicians would keyhole dawn to catch the sun i...
Saturday, August 22, 2015

Ungar Died (a short play for lovers of film)

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o    What? ·          Ungar died. Ungar………….Felix. o    Tony Randall? ·          Jack Lemon. o    Oh. ·          The only m...
Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Jesus carries his cross through the Vatican

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It's taken most of the day, but  I think this picture shows the inappropriateness of the Vatican as a centre for the promulgation of th...
Saturday, August 15, 2015

Cities

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  City Lives.     They shout into space, answer each other like whales across great haunted distances; they never meet...
Saturday, August 8, 2015

Where Are You

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         Where Are You.   Where are you. Where are you child. Among the spring green leaves Naked as a lizard; I hear ...
Thursday, August 6, 2015

Love

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The idea, the word, the wish, the conjecture. High and low flying. The fog. Nothing easy or thought out but defeats you there, at the bottom...
Saturday, August 1, 2015

Art and poetry

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                                                                          Van Eyck: The Crucifixion with the Virgin and St John   El ...
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Monday, July 27, 2015

Mont Sainte Victoire

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  Cezanne's Mountain   i Like ice, like iron, glass, air, granite.      The sun inside it, through it, off ...
Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Beauty

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From the shit slops she grew; we marvelled. Such a slim, graceful beauty from our soil, that crystalline perfection from our sph...
Saturday, July 18, 2015

from Painting Women

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                             Balance                                                                                               ...
Monday, July 13, 2015

At One End of a Bench

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  At one end of a bench an old man wearing Winter clothes regards the fountains and Summer through melt-water irises.   ...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Where the poetry comes from

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Reflection and dreaming, in a nutshell. Where The Poetry Comes From   Fathomless blue; blue sky.   Two swallows proclaiming...
Saturday, July 4, 2015

Reviving the Irish language: a cultúrlann for Dublin

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Why throw our hands up in despair? The Irish language is on the verge of extinction; we’ve known all along, the death rattles have been ...
Wednesday, July 1, 2015

With You

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    The fields, green with snow under an apple blue sky;   you, brimming winter’s brightness,   turning cartwheels; your w...
Friday, June 26, 2015

Country Childhood

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I was blessed to have a country childhood. The freedom to come and go without the constant monitoring for safety. We had the run of the to...