You thank the cars
who yield as you’re crossing,
the same way you order a pint.
Quick and honest.
– Trista Hurley-Waxali
The Station large and dome like, clinically clean
Cream tiles with loneliness lingering in every pore
Birds flying high, coming home to roost, to nest under the eaves
Family’s grouped together, like midgets around the carriage doors
Filling in the silent moments with meaningless chit chat
Another youth his passage paid is leaving home
To wander the earth, to search for a living
A train huffed and puffed, while building up its steam
A whistle signals, the train is moving slowly, outward bound
A last look back, to little groups, disappearing in to the distance
A waving frenzy to the chug, chug, chug of the train
The engine singing
Going Away, Going Away, Going Away
And he is gone
– Clare Glynn Chitan
We have a very exciting announcement to make.
Limerick Arts Office is s providing us with funding towards the self-publishing of a book on the Street Line Critics Project. So a huge thank you to them for their support. It is a huge encouragement and will help us bring the project further into the future.
We are already working hard on the design and would like to thank everyone who is helping to make it happen. With a special thank you to Dominic Taylor of the Limerick Writers Centre, who is helping us find our feet in the world of self publishing.
We are hoping to launch the book in September and we will be sure to invite you all as soon as we have set a date.
The reason that Ormston House will always stick with me is because it was where I felt my year in limerick came together for me, for lack of a better word for it.
See most of the year I contemplated dropping out several times. Wondering whether I was going to take something away from doing the course. Intensified by the fact that a close friend of mine dropped out within a few weeks. Not to mention the fear that I was going to fail anyway. All this was magnified by personal issues while living in limerick. There were so many I never mentioned during that year.
Everything seemed to manifest in particular when I was presenting my work. I struggled more than I ever had with explaining my ideas. My confidence shot from this.
But when I did the talk in Ormston it was different. I funnily enough put up the wrong draft of my presentation instead of the one that I had decided to mechanically learn by heart. So I had to sort of let go and just adlib.
And in the end it worked. I felt such catharsis, like I had done a marathon.
– Barry McHugh
Bhí fear ann fadó,
agus is fadó a bhí.
Dá mbeadh sé anois ann,
ní bheadh sé an uair sin ann,
agus dá mbeadh sé anois nó an uair sin ann,
bheadh scéal nua nó seanscéal aige.
Sin nó bheadh sé gan aon scéal,
agus más fearr atá sé agamsa inniu,
go mba seacht fearr a bheas sé agaibhse bliain ó inniu agus,
más fearr nó mura fearr, nár chaille sibh leis ach stiall den ghiall,
réise den charbad,
péire de na clárfhiacla,
nó an dá starróg is faide siar in bhur gceann.
– Ríoghna Ashford