Gathered in Darkness, Rescued in Light We gathered in darkness four in the morning unbelievable, the crowd that showed by our side. For the House they call Pieta who councel the lonely hoping to free us from the stigma of – suicide. Like the Vikings we crept over the Island. Sarsfield and Thomond now in…
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Rita Ryan outside the Munster Fair Tavern (Mulgrave Street)
The Munster Fair Tavern The Munster Fair Tavern so aptly placed looks directly across at the Human Race The ones that have passed away, And will never again see the dawn of the day. The famous Sean Bourke sat there glass in hand As the funeral of his uncle Feathery passed, Totally devoid…
Teri Murray in The People’s Park
Excerpt from ‘Returning to Ithaca’ ‘Spoken, softly in The People’s Park Where archipelagos of green divided By paths like streams The member for Parliament Spring-Rice on his plinth Pebbles where his eyes used to be’ – Teri Murray Photographs by Natalie Woociker:
Map of Contributions (so far)
Each red dot signifies a place where one contribution has been written. We are slowly covering the city…
Presentation on the 9th and 10th of October
Hello Everyone, As part of the MA SPACE Showcase ‘Engage’, a presentation about ‘Street Line Critics’ will be given. Describing the projects journey, from its conception to the network it has now become. Date: Wednesday the 9th and Thursday the 10th of October Time: 12 o’ clock (on both days) Location: Ormston House, Limerick, Ireland (opposite Arthur’s Quay Shopping…
Jennifer M. on Mulgrave Street (outside St. Joseph’s Hospital)
I try to see you with my eyes closed Every day I was doing my best, Moving you out of my brain. Dreaming about all the things we had, Illusions, for me it was the same. I know you had no body. But for me you were so good. Deep inside me. You gave…
Evelyn Casey on Georges Quay (Outside Barrington’s Hospital)
Three AM on The Bridge (For Eva) Was that you I saw in the shadow of the lamplight? In the small hours of the morning leaning, on the river wall watching your image, you could not be far away from the flowing of the water, where life is cleansed from the hospital, where life…
Clare Dollard on Lower Cecil Street (Outside Eircom Phone Box)
Connection Bereft. Your voice, bygone. Perplexed. Your secrets not divulged. Mute. Your words, heeded. Non judgemental. You abandon me. Comfort, safety,privacy- I offer. Hand held mobility- you choose. Synergy. Bereft. – Clare Dollard
Brendan Hayes – Reflections on Street Line Critics
Brendan Hayes – Reflections on Street Line Critics Rain pelleting the front window; the lonesome wail of the midday Angelus bell Monday; I don’t know what to say–I think of wet slippery streets that cannot be scrawled with chalk. I want to get down and dirty by the river of no return; with the…
Rochus van der Vaart outside Mount St. Lawrence Cemetery
Existence All alone, Between the graves, Headstones, Flowers, All around me, Sad inscriptions, Expired Time, Got to get to my senses, In the moment, I will see, Just how crazy lives can be. Endless morals, Fear of death, Those who died before me, All illusions, wasted time. Got to get out of this…