Cork Hill in the Sunny Noon

At the risk of sounding incredibly prententious, I call this picture 'Cork Hill in the Sunny Noon'. I know, I know, that makes it sound like something from the National Gallery but there you go. I snapped it whilst standing outside the gates of Dublin Castle one sunny noon in May, 2010. Although town was busy at the time, this photo - like all photographs - seems to capture a moment. In this case (if one ignores the hurtling omnibus), we steal some precious seconds of stillness from the frenetic pace of city life. As I said, at the risk of sounding incredibly prententious...

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A Year in the Life (thereabouts)

It begins. November 2017. He read the following: 'with such a look of bliss on his face that the people realized he had been transfigured by a holy ecstasy'. I see you lithe and watery-eyed, flitting and flecked from activity, your fine bounce and flawless stride pump the rivers of my ecstasy. What's gone wrong, what's brought on such a massive change? From highness on the wine of life to hungover on earthly strife. Gliding gulls in the grey sky. Dublin December morning. You're the golden summit of what comes up here to live every single day. He worried that he was becoming numerically dyslexic. He would seek out Catalan lessons in the new year. It was the day when Unwin and Quintana came by. One of those recurring dreams I have set on Abercorn Road. In a technology trance he thought of colonies on the ...

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Wherein we encounter Mr. Grudge Galmount... Forget wood. He wanted to be a carpenter of words. So he persevered and wondered if he was writing the longest suicide note in history. He was jolted in his mind to St. Valentine’s day in 1996: “Morning time blinding sun, Terrible letter has come, ...

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