I cannot remember exactly how I discovered the book in my teens. What I can remember is the experience of reading it for the first time, of getting lost in its marvellous, frenzied chaos and laughing aloud. It holds a unique appeal for me as an artist because, like a spiral staircase, it tricks you into thinking that you are simultaneously working towards a destination and moving away from it. Continue reading
Going Back Home Again When are you going back?”Often I reply-I have an open ticket. Cups of tea full of sugar and milkThe full Irish or Ulster frySomber heart felt chatby stony graveyard walls.Old paths – now jungle under growthsYou wonder where time went.No one here knows you anymore.A couple of older neighborsstill tell how … Continue reading
Reflections on Identity by Geraldine O’Reilly I’ve just returned from a trip ‘back home’. Like many immigrants I have more than one place I call ‘home’; in my heart ‘home’ is Melbourne, Northern England and Ireland. Ireland has its share of problems but is generally a happening place. Its people are enjoying liberties long denied; … Continue reading
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