Music is like a home. A country. A tribe. A religion or faith. You can’t see it, yet it is real, and has tangible effects. It brings people together. Or it pushes them apart. It creates groups and sub-groups through inclusion or othering. It provokes love and friendship and connection. It reaches into the core … Read more
What one leaves behind. I guess a lot of stuff. If over the last few years you have passed Bloom’s Lane, just across the Millennium Bridge on the north side of the River Liffey, you may have noticed a familiar figure. Sometimes standing on the bridge, other times reading from a bundle of newspapers and … Read more
Over seven years ago, I moved to an old house on Liffey Street having lived in various Dublin suburbs. I was 25 years of age and in the heart of Dublin city. Quickly the opportunity to make music my livelihood was upon me. I was now living on the circuit that could pay me to … Read more
But again, and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. Albert Camus, The Plague. Periodically, I am asked about the relationship between law and literature. Therefore, it came as no surprise to be sent a book on that … Read more
It’s only a day’s walk north from Sana’a to Al Madid, in the province of Neham, so I said, ‘In Al Madid, God willing, surely we’ll find what you seek.’ Wearing a cuffia, the small man eyed me with a detached superiority while I thought to myself, ‘How fortunate he is to have me. With … Read more
One fine day all this will burn Strange but true The blue woods of Oregon Silver snakes of her rivers Her dark lakes gone like steam Something will come A hammer at high noon To stove in this huge porcelain egg of a world Our hopes were only ever The white wisps of clouds Full … Read more
In the ferry terminal of Algeciras, on Spain’s southern coast, two middle-aged gangsters from Cork sit and wait. Maurice and Charlie have been tipped off that at some stage in the next twenty-four-hours Maurice’s estranged daughter Dilly will show up. They can’t be sure whether she will, or what she’ll do if and when she … Read more
No soy yo quien atraviesa estos valles prendidos de ocres, ni este el tren que me lleva de un lugar a otro lugar. La tierra se retuerce mostrando sus costuras y de las balsas de agua emana un vapor sin voz. Los túneles construyen el paisaje con su lenguaje de fronteras. En el vidrio reflejado, … Read more
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In 2015, documentary filmmaker and Director of Loopline Film, Sé Merry Doyle, and the Irish Film Institute, received funding from the Broadcasting Authority of Ireland to archive the company’s collection. Over a twelve-month period, Sé and I fully catalogued 16mm and 35mm films, tapes in a variety of formats, and numerous audio materials. These were … Read more