Friday, October 27, 2006
The world of literature continues to amaze. Great to see that Barbara of Barbara’s bleeuugh has landed herself a book deal and is blogging the book. You can read about it here at Cailleach’s Weird Sister. And sticking with the literary theme, here's another link for you; Litro, straight from the London Underground.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Here's something of interest that's just come our way by way of our old friend T.McL. Perhaps yiz might be interested.................
Absent
Written and directed by Tom Pius
Performed by Optimus Theatre.
Venue: The Backloft, La Catedral Studios, 7-11 St. Augustine Street, Dublin 8.
Runs: 24th –29th October 2006
Doors open: 7:30pm
Show: 8:00pm
Admission: €12.00 (preview and concessions €10.00)
About the play
The play consists of 160 missed phone calls.There are seven telephones on stage. Behind a curtain are seven actors. They are all calling the same person – Samuel. As each character calls, a telephone lights up and switches off when the call stops. Otherwise the stage is in darkness. There is no diversion from the conversations. Most of the characters are Irish but living in Rome. In their early twenties, they’re typical ex-pats, living the bohemian life, feeding off Rome’s culture but confused and drifting. Their conversations, as recorded on the absent Samuel’s answering machine, are alternately mundane, witty, drunken, culture-ridden, anxious – cumulatively they all become lost voices in the dark, and casual phrases – Can you call me?... I don’t know why I’m ringing… Give me a ring… Bye bye – become tragic refrains.
Absent
Written and directed by Tom Pius
Performed by Optimus Theatre.
Venue: The Backloft, La Catedral Studios, 7-11 St. Augustine Street, Dublin 8.
Runs: 24th –29th October 2006
Doors open: 7:30pm
Show: 8:00pm
Admission: €12.00 (preview and concessions €10.00)
About the play
The play consists of 160 missed phone calls.There are seven telephones on stage. Behind a curtain are seven actors. They are all calling the same person – Samuel. As each character calls, a telephone lights up and switches off when the call stops. Otherwise the stage is in darkness. There is no diversion from the conversations. Most of the characters are Irish but living in Rome. In their early twenties, they’re typical ex-pats, living the bohemian life, feeding off Rome’s culture but confused and drifting. Their conversations, as recorded on the absent Samuel’s answering machine, are alternately mundane, witty, drunken, culture-ridden, anxious – cumulatively they all become lost voices in the dark, and casual phrases – Can you call me?... I don’t know why I’m ringing… Give me a ring… Bye bye – become tragic refrains.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Gulp! Liffeyside finds itself in the middle of a family row at the moment, one which it no hopes to defuse. Last month my lil bor was at the launch of "Hellfire" the debut novel by Mia Gallagher.
Now lil bro is a sometimes reader of Liffeyside and cast comment on the fact that we never made mention of "Hellfire". "Mia Gallagher, is a good friend of mine" he said with self righteous indignation. "Sort it out or I'll never read you again". Well in the face of such a cogent argument what would you do? So here we go, highly recommended by all and sundry "Hellfire" by Mia Gallagher.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
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Stories About an Illusion by Marya BlackWednesday, October 18, 2006
The poem below is by Lucien Zell and is entitled "The Blue Light" and comes from the collection "Bright Secrets". The Blue Light in question is a pub in Prague.
The Blue Light
The Blue Light is closing
And the sculptures have stopped posing
And every child’s dozing off to sleep,
While outside their parents sit drinking
And all the day they’ve been thinking
About how tomorrow’s path might be made less steep…….
If they could just fix their broken plans
Or get the dishes to do their dirty hands
Or at least find a safe place to weep.
So throw away that coin you’ve been tossing-
Its loss won’t make you poor.
Love’s bridge is made by its crossing,
Counting is not what days are for.
Sometimes to not have enough is just what you need;
Even giant trees started out as little seeds;
Only those who’ve been imprisoned
Know the joy of being freed!
So throw off your cloak of sorrow,
The Blue Light’s open again tomorrow…..
If you don’t have enough faith in our love,
You can borrow some from me.
For you don’t have to steal,
You don’t have to steal what’s free.
The Blue Light
The Blue Light is closing
And the sculptures have stopped posing
And every child’s dozing off to sleep,
While outside their parents sit drinking
And all the day they’ve been thinking
About how tomorrow’s path might be made less steep…….
If they could just fix their broken plans
Or get the dishes to do their dirty hands
Or at least find a safe place to weep.
So throw away that coin you’ve been tossing-
Its loss won’t make you poor.
Love’s bridge is made by its crossing,
Counting is not what days are for.
Sometimes to not have enough is just what you need;
Even giant trees started out as little seeds;
Only those who’ve been imprisoned
Know the joy of being freed!
So throw off your cloak of sorrow,
The Blue Light’s open again tomorrow…..
If you don’t have enough faith in our love,
You can borrow some from me.
For you don’t have to steal,
You don’t have to steal what’s free.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Mr. Karoke by Chris MaguireFriday, October 06, 2006
I always liked this poem so here goes.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Walking down Quay Street
With so many memories of
Galway days and nights.
With so many memories of
Galway days and nights.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Should you be in Prague on October 18th you’d be well advised to get down to the Globe Bookshop and café (Pštrossova 6 110 00, Praha 1 near Metro Stations: Národní Třída and Karlovo Náměstí) coz, two of our old friends Bren Farrell and Lucien Zell, now known collectively as The Wavemen, will be performing an acoustic gig therein. The entrance fee in 50Kč and the music starts at 8:30 pm. See ya all there.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Are not the joys of morning sweeter,
Than the joys of night,
And are the vig’rous joys of youth,
Ashamed of the light?
Let age and sickness silent rob
The vineyards in the night,
But those who burn with vig’rous youth
Pluck fruits before the light.
From Lambeth by William Blake
Than the joys of night,
And are the vig’rous joys of youth,
Ashamed of the light?
Let age and sickness silent rob
The vineyards in the night,
But those who burn with vig’rous youth
Pluck fruits before the light.
From Lambeth by William Blake
