Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Grrrr I found out recently that a photograph I took and published on this blog was published in an Irish magazine. Was I asked permission to publish the photograph? No. Did I receive recognition? No. A cautionary tale for everyone to consider. Now to consider copywrite.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Isn’t perception wonderful! Just because you occasionally wear an Ireland/Dublin/Saint Patrick’s Athletic/Liverpool jersey, attend Croke Park/Richmond Park/Lansdowne Road you are seen as being a sporting aficionado, with little or nothing between your ears. It’s expected that you read The Star for the pictures…. and that that is the sum total of your literary intake. “Why yes of course I read The Star, but I also delve into The Irish Times, and the Indo. I also have a penchant for literature and heavens forbid poetry, all of which I occasionally read while wearing a replica sports jersey”. Grrrr. Had an incident recently when I attended a literary event met someone I’m acquainted with only for them to exclaim in horror “You?!!!”

I was tempted to retort “Yes, me” but couldn’t be bothered.

Thus the reason for this rant.

Which reminds me of two short stories I wrote based on actual events. The first goes under the unwieldy title “Why I Sometimes Wear A Football Jersey When Attending A Play In The Abbey Theatre” and the second goes under the slighter shorter appellation “Three Thumps For Poetry”.

Monday, July 24, 2006

This morning I was up bright and early with my €30 digital camera. I decided to amble aroound Temple Bar and take a few photos. You get what you pay for and so I've got €30 worth of photo's.

The first photo is at Rory Gallagher Corner, though the signpost isn't too clear. The sculpture of the guitar was unveiled recently and is a replica of the one Rory used to play.

Photo number two is of the photographic gallery in Meeting House Square. I thought it would be rather artistic to take a photo of the gallery. Pretentious in other words.

Number three is in Parliament Street and depicts important figures Irish life in the 1920's, again this photo really isn't very clear so you'll have to see for yourseves.

Finally number four. A piece of graffiti or a plea to come home? You decide.

Another attempt at writing poetry.

Shattered dreams
Thorns In your head
An empty space in your bed
When all’s been said
Shattered dreams

Shattered dreams
Don’t ask me why
I wont comply
To watch you fly
With shattered dreams

Shattered dreams
Life’s unfurled
In this cruel world
Darkness hurled
Shattered dreams.

Shattered dreams
What will they say?
That they saw you play?
As you seized the day?
Curse shattered dreams.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Sunday was a great day for Dublin on the sport front. After a less than convincing start Dublin’s Gaelic Football team overcame Offaly by a scoreline of 1-15 to 0-09. Great celebrations were had by all throughout the city and libation was had by many. After the game Dublin have in some quarters been installed as favourites to win this year’s All-Ireland. Well lets just wait and see. There’s a lot more football still to be played, but personally I think Dublin will do very well this year.

In contrast, yesterday it was announced by the management of Dublin City FC that the club is to close down with immediate effect. After playing 17 matches thus far this season Dublin City had secured a total of 15 points, these game are now to be rendered null and void the league table to be re jigged. As long term readers of Liffeyside know we have a certain fondness for Saint Patrick’s Athletic but nevertheless it is with sadness and a certain apprehension that we heard the news.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Shes gone says one
For good says two
Till the next time says she
I dont believe it says he.

Incredible says three
Laughable says four
A wild one says five
An old lover says I.

To MCS gone from the emerald isle, take care, nothing is forgotten.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Just finished reading "Gaza Blues" a collection of short stories and a novella. The short stories are written be Israeli writer Etgar Keret and are a slightly surreal look at Israeli society. The novella is written by Palestinian writer Samir El-Youssef and is set is a Palestinian refugee camp in Lebanon during the 1980's. A real tragic comic novella. This collaboration of Israeli and Palestinian, which looks beyond borders is highly recommended.

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