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…
Tim Cunningham outside St. Mary’s Cathedral
The Lepers’ Squint They call it the Lepers’ Squint: The hole in the cathedral’s north wall, In the Holy Spirit Chapel Tucked away left of the organ pipes, Where mediaeval lepers pressed To peer in at the service, Queued for the bread of heaven. They call it the hole in the wall: The…
Teri Murray on Lord Edward Street
Excerpt from ‘Isis on Edward Street’ ‘On Edward Street hieroglyphs of faded memories scoured by time and rain hunkered at the base of a Rosetta Stone beside the barracks wall Yet May has come again and the year has turned twice the eye of Horus is squinting sunlight through the leaves of a…
Street Line Critics: Investigating the possibility of ‘moments’ outside the spectacle
Street Line Critics: Investigating the possibility of ‘moments’ outside the spectacle Looking out the window, nothing appears out of place, surprising or extraordinary. Watching people on their way to work, to school, chatting on the street. It is an ordinary day. And yet, one could begin to wonder, what constitutes an ordinary day? Why have…
Brendan Hayes on Mulgrave Street
Mulgrave Street: A Drinking Song It starts at the Horse and Hound, And ends at the Cemetery, In between, There is the mental home, The jail and Jerry O’D’s. – Brendan Hayes Photographs by Natalie Woociker:
Teri Murray on Newenham Street
The House In Newenham Street I have come to this house along the Slí Dála the ancient route from Dublin to the west Brought all my confusion mania and suffering and placed it on the black mantle-piece where dust gathers taking the hard edge off the pain A woman lived here once…
Leonard Holman by the Plassey Falls
Sitting By the falls in Plassey You and I first sat By the falls in Plassey We spoke of a future together By the falls in Plassey I now sit alone And you long gone to a foreign shore – Leonard Holman