Dermott Hayes's Blog: Postcard from a Pigeon, page 56
August 10, 2016
Fangs for the Memory
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‘I tell you they were huge, monstrous and vicious, too. They had fangs, sharp and shiny, like shards of glass and their eyes, close set, bulging, glowing; nostrils that flared, and whistled. I ran, ran like crazy.’ His mother nodded, listening, kissing him, says, maybe it was a nightmare?
August 9, 2016
Slan leat, Padraig
Padraig Duggan, the musical director of 1916, Souls of Freedom, died this morning. Padraig’s contribution to this production went far beyond the incredible music and the song, Éist, that he gave us. He contributed his enthusiasm, his experience and his broad knowledge but, above all, he gave us his spirit, in his music, yes, but also in his drive to encourage us, to keep going, to finish, to do the best we could. So long, Padraig.
Portrait of my Father
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He’d have been 94, if he’d lived to his next birthday, in 16 days. Every morning, when I wake, I remember him. His photos are scattered around; in a group with his grandchildren and great-grandsons, in a wedding party with Martha, my mother, the love of his life. He’s always smiling.
Ashes
Requiem for a Relationship
In the middle of the night I am on fire.
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Surruralism, the art of Jimmy Lawlor
Surruralism is a phrase I’ve heard coined by Westport artist, Jimmy Lawlor, who’s paintings combine surrealism with an acutely realised sense of Irish country humour. Skies the Limit is not a classic example but it is a copy of the limited edition print I bought as a wedding present for my good friend, Jimmy Molloy and his, charming and beautiful, young wife, Denise, when I was in Westport, Co Mayo, last week.
Skies the Limit: Jimmy Lawlor
Pirate Radio: Jimmy Lawlor
Higher Learning: Jimmy Lawlor
Field of Gold: Jimmy Lawlor
Jimmy Lawlor was born in Wexford in December 1967. He now lives in Westport, in the magnificent West of Ireland. Lawlor has been exhibiting for over 20 years.
His work is based not only on the Irish sense of humour, but on the vivid realisation that the old way of life will have vanished by our next generation.
His work takes elements from his surroundings and mixes them with the people of the place, in their environment and doing what they love best. In their own way, they have helped create the atmosphere around them, whether they be farmers, business people, students or otherwise.
Each town has its own characters and characteristics but they are basically the same in every town. He applauds these people and their character, which makes them unique. Lawlor appreciates the humour of the Irish people, he finds the gentle mannerisms that he encounters while painting them honourable.
Lawlor’s work has been likened to the works of the surrealist’s – “imagine a Salvador Dali who has regained at least half of his sanity and moved to the west of Ireland, and you begin to enjoy art that is not only accessible, but as warm and fantastic as a good dream”. Lawlor’s work is included in many important private and corporate collections in Ireland and all around the world. Among them, Hugh Leonard, Treasury Holdings, Diageo Ireland, Dermot Desmond, Brenda Fricker, Great Southern Hotel Group, Government Buildings and Anglo Irish Bank, London. Hugh Leonard, Art Critic with the Irish Independent, wrote of his work.
(This is a biographical excerpt from Jimmy Lawlor’s website, linked above.)
Ghost in a Bar
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So this ghost walks into a bar, causing everyone there to clear out, in a hurry. Except the bartender, who stands there, nonchalant, wiping the bar down, collecting dirty glasses. The ghost says to the bartender, ‘I’d like a whiskey.” The bartender, unperturbed, replies, “Sorry, we don’t serve spirits.”
Caged Heat by Matthew Tonks
It was Tuesday, I think, I’m not really sure anymore, but let’s say it was Tuesday when she first showed up, looking like she had just walked out of a Victoria Secrets catalogue, all hot and tempting. I’ve never been one to back away from anything, and she, was not going to be the first, […]
via Day 89 – Caged Heat – Short Story — Twisted Roads of Madness
August 8, 2016
The Luxury of it All
Behind the fishmonger’s, in the laneway, he taps his toes, drums his fingers, eyes darting in a 180• sweep, up and down the lane, it must be time, here he is, wait, he’s gone. Headfirst into the skip, there it is, running footsteps . Got them. What? Oysters, mussels? such luxury.
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Steaming Passion
Began writing this four days ago so now it’s lost in the Readers’ archives
Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge Theme-“Passion” #WQWWC
His alarm woke him at 5.30am, bang on sun rise. He knew that as he’d checked the morning sunrise time the night before, via the online weather channel. In the past he would’ve called the meteorological office in Glasnevin and requested a specific time for dawn. This was it, the big day and he was not going to be late.
He got out of bed and turned on his en suite shower, before passing water and then flushing. Then the shower began. He washed carefully, attending to every detail, behind his ears, crotch, behind his knees, his bottom, between his toes and his fingernails. He even washed his hair, what was left of it. Thoughts of the day ahead flashed through his mind. This is it, twenty years waiting for this moment and now it has arrived.
Would they know? He was…
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