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…
Tag: Socially Engaged Art
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
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…