Ahhh, easy to read. I know where I’d like to end up…January 2015
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Resistance Lowering Machine
“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…
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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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.
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.
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
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
Like someone who finally undestands the rules of a rugby match
I’m watching with a keener appreciation
And more years behind
And frankly my dears…….. I really don’t mind!
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sunshine bites.. really…. shines…really…bites!
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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….
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 email@example.com or call me 086 1565447
The Boghill Centre in County Clare is celebrating the opening of a new hall with an Energy Festival Jan 25th / 26th. There are some taster workshopers avaible such as yoga, singing, chaklra balancing, belly dancing,tarot reading and much much more… In fact I’ll be there, giving a taste of….
” Puppet Articulation and Tuning your Frequency when working with Special Needs”
This is a hand-on practical workshop, all puppets are provided.
Workshop is one hour long
Saturday 25th- 12:45-13:45
If you venture to this festival be sure to say hello !
All the best
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2014 has that kinda of energy to it, doesn’t it?!…. Good, good, good.
So, from me to you I say , hello and welcome to it. There is a cavalcade of activity bubbling from yours truly and ya ‘d think I’d be able to show and tell in one easy step… sadly no. I can’t even get the old Facebook link up and running which is where you’ll see videos of me singing my tired little heart out in New York City last fall and my lastest info commercial about a writing workshop I’m giving in February in Carrick-on-Shannon, County Leitrim.
I gotta tell ya, I’ve been working on this new web site since the summer and bygod.. ……..IT WILL BE MINE…..
Yessss,…one day….. my new site will be certainly a sight for sore eyes.
Still… if you want me…..Call me….. 086 1565447 ( Irish time please)
I don’t usually look this way, my mustache is far more pronounced.
Oh yes and I’m on Sound Cloud too! yeah.. I’m happy with that. Posting new ukulele hits by yrs truly and though I might not have the hang of that either ( posting properly that is – I upload a new song, post it and entire catalog gets re-posted. No. no, no…. I’m doing something fundamentally incorrect, that much is true… and can I link it up for quick and easy access? ? In a pigs eye.) Once again, if you can find me, you can listen to me! Ah jaysus now, it’ll be worth the wait!
Hmmmm this whole, P.R. thing will turn around.. It will turn around, I tell ya.. You’ll be able to connect me just by thinking about me and voila there’ll I’ll be, on time …. right outside yer window.
Can’t wait huh !!!…. me too!!………………………..So,
There you have it ladies and gentlemen.
A big thanks to the Kinlough Fundraising Event for one of the local playschools the Sunday before Christmas, that was a delightful show and a pleasure to meet all of you; as well as thank you to the Leitrim Library Services that brought me in to entertain the childers throughout November and December. That would be the Manor Hamilton Branch, the Carrick-on-Shannon Branch, the Carricallen Branch and our very own Drumshanbo Branch.
Of course I must give a nod to my all time round favorite clients,The Severely Disabled Actors of Dochas and St Francis, Glenamaddy and Kilkerrin, Co Galway and their tremendous effort last year with our musical “The Farm Show”.
Some of those songs are posted on Sound Cloud- check it out!
So from my dog and me….Cheers-have a hellva year and….
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Yesterday some I trust asked me to define “my purpose”.
when I asked myself that….. I come up a clear answer.
but not yesterday.
I answered the question……
as if I had never considered it before.
Like the exercise was a far reaching step for me.
I felt like a fool.
Feeling foolish. Feeling uncertain.
When this year began I did not know that would be I dropping so many things that were once dear to me. Now, they no longer served their purpose
What seems to be left is empty doorways, a missing step.
..until another something takes its place.
I’m strangely draw to the question of what a parent wishes for their child.
Wonder if those wishes ever fade.
Even in adulthood, does the parent ever let the tender strings drop.
I Feel like this bobble, so I do. Not perfect but not needing to be..
.What is my purpose?……………….
What is my purpose?
What do I bridge?
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(P.S. the last two pictures were taken by my good friend Toni Josephson. She is the video photographer and web master for the artist that is Kung Fu Master Lawrence Tan. The shots were taken in Sept 2013 in Dumbo Brooklyn New York City. For more on their work…..www.tandao.com )