It's three p.m. on a Thursday in St. Stephen's Green and it's sunny - so ridiculously sunny for Dublin that everyone's out and everyone's in shirtsleeves and everyone's on the grass and someone, some bold someone, is smoking pot; it floats on by in a sour whiff and Em and I remark on the absolute
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Five years ago, nearly to the day, I wrote this in my journal: I need to just give up – I’ll never be a writer. what ever made me think I could be one? HOW CAN YOU BE A WRITER IF YOU’RE NOT CREATIVE?????? HOW CAN YOU BE A WRITER IF YOU NEVER WRITE EXCEPT
Back, back to auld haunts/Looking good, Dublin town but/Where am I again?
America the beautiful.
The landlords have a realtor called Patrick whose job it is now to troop prospective renters through my soon-to-be ex-bedsit. Sometimes he calls first, other times he doesn't. I'm hungover one morning when I hear the timid knock on the door - hello? And then it's all, dammit, because when falling into bed tipsy the
Drinks at Kennedy's with my former classmates turns into a tipsy nighttime walk through City Centre turns into drinks and dancing at 4 Dame Lane. Untiss untiss untiss. Untiss untiss untiss. Talk of our novels, talk of our poetry, talk of our master's portfolios; of marriage and children and Beckett and Hardy and confessional poets
A new art installation in Dublin - 2010 Fringe Festival madness. Monopoly houses bobbing along the River Liffey between the O'Connell and Ha'penny bridges. Red and green. Floating with the current. Lit up at night. This post has been brought to you by Delicious Baby Photo Friday.
Before I left for Italy last July, I wrote a list of things I'd miss about Dublin and Ireland. I can't look at it now; it'll make me too sad, reignite my technicolor fantasies of chucking everything and staying right here in my little bedsit, drinking Barry's tea and dreaming of swans. Instead, I try
Today's secret word is craic. It's an Irish word - one of those words you can't really translate into English. Something you feel rather than explain. It's a noun. It means fun. Liveliness. Spirit? Music's usually involved, but not specifically music. Craic's a good thing. You want to be where the craic is. You like