Raven runs Rá - a spoken word event in the cobblestone pub the last tuesday of every month - tonight is it's first birthday. Mike Igoe runs the naked lunch - open mic - music and poetry every second wednesday in the Féile bar. Seven Towers run open mic's in Cassidy's the last wednesday of the month - and a heap of other stuff besides.
There's no excuse not to get out and enjoy some of them, with Monday's covered by the International bar open mic, and weekends catered for by Nighthawks and Shoestring Collectives. Vibrant old scene it is...
And now - the poem... Liam Aungier's poem that you will some day hear a child say, or if you live for ages, you might hear an adult fondly quoting it, remembering back to a day in the classroom, yet to happen, where they were asked to say it off...And you can say you read it, before it ever got inked onto that dog-eared, graffitied text book.
Liam Aungier, ‘The
staggered above me, shaking its many arms
at the laughing sky. Sometimes
its green cloak stole the sun, or
its winter branches clawed the stars
and trapped the half-moon in its web.
And then one day I came home
to find it gone: all its limbs
broken on the grass, gnarled roots
raised up to the air, and where
it had stood – the racing sky.