I've been watching Channel 4's Trespasses, the series based on the Louise Kennedy novel by the same name.
A song I discovered on “Trespasses”
Good grief! Here comes the sun
The dawn breaks in a neat geo-strata of gold, yellow, and violet haze, swept across the horizon in sustained steady strokes...
Things never end well
A burning bunker, Dongo, Piazza Loreto, Spandau Prison...
Life Sentences
One must concentrate on writing. One must concentrate on THE writing.
Fear and Lothian
There's no bad weather....
American Confetti
I MOVED to Belfast to get away from the bullets and the bombs,
Painful Memories are Long; The Joyful are Fleeting
Recollections of Derry/Londonderry on the Eve of All Hallows Eve / Dhoire oíche roimh Samhain // gathered quickly before they slip away
Don’t fear the funeral singer
I have seen the future of music, and it is a small Irish woman clad in stark white pajamas.
Screaming at 22 people kicking a ball around
In a failing city in a failed state...
An Old Straight White Guy Travels 2,800 Miles to Worship Two Lesbians
This is Version 1.0 of the new essay/audio/slideshow project I've been working on. What's this new project about? Well, I think the title speaks for itself. I'm currently referring to its style as "hallucinatory travelogue". I guess that's a warning to readers/listeners that this isn't a conventional essay, blog post, whatever. I may be adding... Continue Reading →
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 