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…
Tag: Chalk
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…
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…
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
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…
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