Posts tagged Irish Writer
Et Cetera | Etel Adnan
 
Untitled 1990

Untitled 1990

 
Excerpt | Life Is Like A Deck Chair

“Maybe I can put it another way... life, Charlie Brown, is like a deck chair."
"Like a what?"
"Have you ever been on a cruise ship? Passengers open up these canvas deck chairs so they can sit in the sun...
Some people place their chairs facing the rear of the ship so they can see where they've been...
Other people face their chairs forward... they want to see where they're going!
On the cruise ship of life, Charlie Brown, which way is your deck chair facing?"
"I've never been able to get one unfolded...”

Schulz, C.M. (2011) The Complete Peanuts, vol. 16: 1981-1982

Et Cetera | Marc Chagall
 
The Summer Season, 1961

The Summer Season, 1961

 
Et Cetera | Gluck
 
Nature Morte, 1937, by Hannah Gluckstein

Nature Morte, 1937, by Hannah Gluckstein

 
Excerpt | Eileen Gray

She is very modest about her work, and seemed surprised that any one should remember her except her individual clients. A few years ago when the Royal Institute of Irish architects had arranged an exhibition of her work in dublin, people had been amazed to see the dates on things that looked as if they were much more modern. She said she got a few letters from Irish architects and artists, which pleased her very much, she had them in a little file still called “Irlande” and she hoped that she had remembered to reply to them all.

Yes, she had been back to Ireland a few times, but very briefly, and once by chance when she found that a plane was going to stop over there. She decided to get off and go and look at her old home, and she thought she would have again all those lovely feelings of peace and innocence like she had as a child. But it had changed, and nothing was the same. It wasn’t just that everything – the lawns, the fields, the river – were smaller; she knew that would happen. It was all knocked down and built again, in a most unimaginative style. It made her sad. she never went back again.

And she lives in comfort but not in idleness with a marvellous woman called Dadame Dany who is a breton housekeeper/companion/dragon. Madame Dany sees that she eats enough and rests enough and doesn’t get weary talking to journalists for too long.

So Eileen Gray got up and said that she must finish those chairs, because, my dear, I am nearly 100 you know, and it would be foolish to think that I will have unlimited time to finish them the way I want them to be.


Interviewed by Binchy, M. (1976) Paris

Et Cetera | Z Fitzgerald

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

May peace be with you our dearest Pópo, we miss you dearly x

Fundamentals | E. E. Cummings

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Excerpt | Excitement

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

Salinger, J.D. (1951) The Catcher in the Rye

Excerpt | Believe

When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.

Melling, O.R. (1999) The Summer King, The Chronicles of Faerie Vol. II

Excerpt | Irish Summer Things

It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes.
Pale, bled skies.
Thunderstorms in the night.
Sour-smelling dawns.
It brought temptation, and yearning, and ache – these are the summer things.

Barry, K (2011) City of Bohane

Excerpt | Carl Sandburg

Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face
be a smell of apple orchards on late June

Honey and Salt, 1963

Et Cetera | Summer Palette
 
By Victor Mirabelli, 2016

By Victor Mirabelli, 2016

 
Excerpt | Wisdom

Wisdom speaks with a silent tongue.

Skelton, M. (2006) Endymion Spring

Excerpt | The Primacy of Perception

to see is to enter a universe of beings which display themselves, and they would not do this if they could not be hidden behind each other or behind me. in other words: to look at an object is to inhabit it, and from this habitation to grasp all things in terms of the aspect which they present to it. but in so far as i see those things too, they remain abodes open to my gaze, and being potentially lodged in them, i already perceive from various angles the central object of my present vision. thus every object is the mirror of all others.

merleau-ponty, m. (1945) the phenomenology of perception

Excerpt | A Suit

'i'll make you one, ' he said, 'and balance it
perfectly on you.' so i could almost feel
the plumb line of the creased tweed hit my heel,

my shoulders like a spar or arms of a scale
under the jacket, my whole shape realigned
in ways that suited me down to the ground.

so although a suit was the last thing that i needed
i weighed his words and wore them and decided
there and then it was going for a song.

heaney, s. (1939-2013)

Fundamentals | You

Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

baruch, b.m.