Musician of the Month: Finn Doherty
Early Influences I tend to cite the same small handful of artists as my early…
Browsing: Culture
Review: Father, Son and Brother Ghost
Few writers can do grief and loss like John MacKenna. He is, without question, the…
The Synaptic Twerking of Consciousness
Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many…
Poem: ‘They Have Gained An Audience’
THEY HAVE GAINED AN AUDIENCE with the divine. The plumbline is vertical as the resulting…
Poem: ‘The Longest Day of the Year’
THE LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR Lucky gull chicks on a city roof take food…
Fairy Story
Then the fairy spread her wings and flew off. People came from far and wide…
Poem: ‘The Vagabond’
The Vagabond J.M. Synge, 1871-1909 To comprehend, regard the brutal wilderness to hand. More than…
Review: ‘That They May Face the Rising Sun’
Some viewers have noticed the numberplate on the Ford Cortina in That They May Face…
Bunker Mentality
I was en route to Leitrim for a second time in a month when ‘Zooropa,’…
Poem: ‘And Not Your Garments’
And Not Your Garments Lord, Lord this my heart full of secrets, seeds I know…
LONG READ: The Sleep of Reason II
Editor’s Note: This is the second part of an extended essay by Irish artist Terence…
Visiting
In February Anne faced the days with her usual shaky stoicism. She opened the curtains…
Poem: ‘All is Number’
All is Number If the late afternoon light is beautiful but God’s not behind it…
Where is Shane MacGowan’s 1916 Rifle?
We are sad to report that a Lee Enfield rifle, used in the 1916, Rising,…
Featured Artist: Caleb Butterly
As a child I was drawn to draw figures. I watched my mother paint and…
Podcast: Musician of the Month John Cummins
We have a special edition in our Musician of the Month series as Frank Armstrong…
Poem: ‘Faerie Fire’ by Rye Jaffe
Faerie Fire From forests, fields and fens, fair folk are found, where witchery winds with…
Joujouka Redux
My wrist watch stops dead shortly after we arrive in Tangier (at 21:16 – 2/6/2022,…
Featured Artist: Dorje de Burgh
My relationship with making art began aged twenty-one as a means to bolster my ego…
This Is The Leg I Use When I’m Thinking
His blue look was on the ground, as though it held the reason for the…