Street Line Critics will be at The Model in Sligo on the 24th and 25th of June. If you are around the area do come and take a look. There will be a presentation on the projects work and influences to date, followed by a workshop, which will take Sligo’s rich poetic heritage as a…
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Joe Healy on Howley’s Quay
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…
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:
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…
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
John W. Sexton on Upper Mallow Street
Sky Pouring . to everything of night / badger follows the white path of his face briefly the butterfly a kite on the spider’s steps out-running cloud shadows / sky pouring from the horse’s mane my window holds off night / the bronze eyes of a moth cerise fluctuates green the neck of the pecking…