A Smile is a Curious Thing………..

selfie with yello primrosesIt elevates… energies….All the muscular necessities for maintaining a healthy disposition regardless of the whirling demons around.

When you smile from your eyes, as all good models do,you sweep the world your way.

So now I’m thinking of my dear friends, ( you can think of yours) who allow me… make me…compell me to smile with my true smile. Raising my heart (cracked again, but not bleeding), raising her up and away from this current of personal pollution.

And lo, but it has been a year to remember.  I shall not forgot the paths made by friends who married  or children born or songs sung as I shall not forgot the pain of loss and the triple edge of memory with its the slicing betrayal.

And its’ only fucking October…………….well……at least it’s October. Soon we’ll go into the 52 days of darkness of winter, of much needed rest.. ( I hope..I think I hope )……

 

I do believe I need more reflection

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Biting my Tongue….or Saying it as it is.

Ah yes.. what to do, what to write, when you’ve been betrayed?

Nervous yet, old leiverd?

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I wonder…..

                                                                  BAFF !………

                                                                          I am finished wondering about you.

July Days 2014…

July 27th, 2014

On meeting Liz Marshall after 25 years.

 

Whoa.. her presence .!!!!!

As a vibrant, funny, insightful and keen as she was when we first met….she, a 12 year old child .

Her movie ‘ The Ghost in Our Machines’  was being debuted in Dublin through the invitation of Vegan Ireland. It is a poignant and beautiful experience.

Bob Wiseman’s sound  track to the film is masterful.

 

Liz has a great presence. Easy and effervescent. Intelligent and soulful .

And still a great beauty. 45 years of age and not a wrinkle on her brow.

Significant springs to mind. And a fascinating tumble down memory lane to the times when I was in my 20′s and she was in her teens and we fell under the spell a snake,         a conniving charmer, an egotist of the highest degree.

All in the name of the theatre. All down the path of Art,

…………………………………………………What of it…………………………………………..

It’s a long long time now…. we know who we were then… we know who we are now….

We are  still standing………………………………..

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always eileen

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July Days 2014

July 28th 2014

I had some Dublin Days in July…

……in Grogan’s I met a man I had never met before named Ben Dwyer. Classical guitarist, composer, professor.   We talked about the Writer who recently died… About a project around the Sheela na gig…About practising our instruments.

I walked away from him towards to Accent Cafe, to an audience I had never played to before, in a place I had never been before.

These days are fresh in a familiar way.    Unadorned but crystal clear.

Makes me wonder about whether I’ll ever replace those lost glasses.bright sunthru a gate

Resistance Lowering Machine

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Ahhh, easy to read. I know where I’d like to end up…January 2015

 

Oct Nov 2012 127.……………………………………………………………………..and here……………………..

Pictures 2012 260……………………and with her…..them…………………………there……………

 

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When a good writer dies….

“Since I began to

Look up at your psalm

All of the instruments

Have turned into birds……”

Dermot Healy died on June 29th 2014.

A woman call me earlier that afternoon just to talk about him.

I hadn’t seen Dermot since April. I couldn’t tell her anything. She was so distraught it was annoying, if she wanted to speak to him she should just pick up the phone.She was no stranger to him, he worked with her on a book of her poetry, he wrote a beautiful introduction for it, the book was published this year by a London press….she had his phone number. She called me instead.

I was working. Had a writing deadline of my own. Had two writing deadline on the same day. But everything was fine, everything was in hand. Fifty pages of a new novel was just about ready, a few tiny details to add or remove, the competition deadline was Monday 30th June……The second deadline was a new script development for a New York/Irish company. Same deal… tiny details to be added or removed… as a friend/editor said to me, ” Revision is a miraculous process.”  And it’s true.   So…   Two pieces . The play was based on the first chapter of the novel. The novel  begun as a collection of short stories. Dermot Healy read these stories and told me to write the book. He told me he didn’t want to see it until it was finished.

Everything was finished on Sunday night. I took a breath and check my messages. Dermot Healy had died at approximately 9pm Sunday night.

When a good writer dies……

When a good teacher dies…

When a good mentor dies….

When a good friend dies…

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always eileen

Blowing the Shadows Away

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Ireland has had a major breakthrough in national,local and European elections.

The public has decided to bring in fresher, independant faces that aren’t tied to the political parties of the old, elite schools.

I hardly thought that it would happen.

This country has felt very conservative to me and throughout the past 14 years I’ve watched, with my mouth slightly hung open at the passive stance that most people shared while the Ruling Others blatantly rape our natural resources, our heritage, our civil liberties and self esteem.

……………………..Now a new wind is blowing………………………………..

And it feels,

…Sea Driven………Earth Bound………………and Compatible.

It feel….. Harmonic.

 

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Alright then.

 

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Always Eileen

Stopping at the Crossroads

STOP says the White Horse

And I have to wonder whether anyone else sees the signs?

This one … and the myriad of others all begging for attention, eyeballing for a reaction.

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Lately I’ve been writing a song on a Tenor Guitar. Its a beautiful instrument, deep in tone, lovely to look at. I don’t how to play it even though it has four strings like the Ukulele. The tuning is standard guitar tuning . You can tune the ukulele to that, most people do but I’m a strictly “My dog has fleas”  kinda player….

Thats- A /D/F# /B tuning for the music heads…

 

I can only give four stringed instruments a go. Six strings makes my brain weep.

Since the dog died I’ve also had my fiddle out its case. A delightful four string’er if ever there was one. I can’t play that either but I love’s the screeching sound.

Bless that old mutt, such a sensative creature. Mind you, I am a really shitty fiddle player, the dog had it right – ‘ Leave …leave now before she starts to enjoy herself.’

I can’t help it, I love the scratching… privately that is, I’m not THAT keen for public rejection.

But I know a little about what works. And the new song of the tenor guitar is shaping into something that…might just swing.

 

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The chorus goes …………………….”How many visions do we need to make it work?”

“How many visions do we need?”

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And for those who followed the Sunshine Bites series, a new set of videos are in the pipeline.

Be afraid…if not morally then socially.

all the best

always eileen

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Let’s weight it up

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Ever been to a place that hold time in front of your eyes?

A space where your lies and your truths sit like fruit in a salad bowl

Echoing a moment

Leaving out the grit or the perfection

But keeps the essence in a sieve

 

October 2013 114                                                                                                   I’m watching things now with a different clarity.

Like someone who finally undestands the rules of a rugby match

I’m watching with a keener appreciation

Dec 2013 053Like someone who has less year in front of her than

And more years behind

And frankly my dears…….. I really don’t mind!

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always eileen

January 20th ….2014….This week…

Hello there, thanks for clicking in.

If you’re here for further information about the Energy Festival this weekend Jan 25th 26th /14 at the Boghill Centre Co Clare then scroll away to the next post and there’s links that you can link away to….

If you’re here because you’ve read or seen this….

writing practise 2014 better poster…. Then hello .

I’ll be running this  “Writing Practise” at the Oaktree Councilling Centre in Hartley beginning Feb 4th for the month. The aim is to get back into the practise of writing for longer than it take to make a shopping list. This entails timed writing exercises, engaging the fingers in a more sublte and strenghting postion and bringing back the flow from pen to page.

For any further information and to book your place

Please email me at artistinireland@gmail.com or call me 086 1565447

cheers

always eileen