Resolutions Schmesolutions

I didn't publish any goals for the coming year on this blog last year, but I do believe that things you write down are more likely to happen, so I am writing down my goals for the year. Still not sharing them here, but sharing the fact that they exist. There are four of them, and I will truthfully tell you at the end of "O"ten whether I've fulfilled them, and possibly what they were. If you want to give me some more, or share your own feel free, we'll see how I measure up.....

An old poem

Here's a wee poem written a while back, thought it might be a nice one to end the year on... Not saying that I definitely won't get to post tomorrow, but with my hectic calender of social commitments (actually doing nothing at all for new years! Bwa hahaha), not to mention the 2009 "to do" list that ain't half finished...(Actually anything on that list, if it existed, that wasn't done - could stay undone, while I'm busy doing nothing! - Bwa hahah) I figure it might be just as well to offer ye a happy new year wish now...

Hey Now

Only 2 days left of International put your poem in a shop month! Get your skates on (maybe literally in some cases), get the camera out, get me photos of poems in shops!! (I get demanding around the 29th Dec, see last year for more details, set up a shop in your house if needs be)
Another nice idea is from TFE's stable of brilliance, the festival of light - click here for more... I'll certainly be joining in, though I might not post the list publicly.
In other news, I'm a tad scared about this Sunday, when Oub will be playing Parky with me being my own guest on the radio, I'm quite terrified and intimidated by all the brilliant, eloquent guests I've already had on, that my own waffle will sound a bit... well... waffly by comparison, but sure I'll try, for the high amusement of all lucanlanders, before resuming normal service with some very exciting guests coming up in the new year.
And another thing - this new decade that's taking off in just a few days... what'll we call it? My answer - the tennies... cast your votes now.

GAA Dinner Dance - An Inside Report

Tulsk GAA club were celebrating historical wins at their Christmas Dinner Dance, the county cup of 25 and 50 years past. Mr VC's Dad being one of the primary movers and shakers of 59, the family were there in force, and it was a great night, and excuse to get to meet all the legends of the locality. For Mr VC it was like catching up on an old favourite soap, as the names were called, old tales told, and heros of his youth collected their medals. The wild man Doc - who could fit an entire team in his "crock" of a car, Mr E who could take you to a match on Sunday, and you'd be lucky to return by Wednesday, and best of all the man who broke his leg during a game but continued his staunch defence jumping high with the one remaining good leg, to safegaurd the net from any invasion - reminding me somewhat of this guy.
A lovely 3 course dinner, and great conversation (which I have been strictly warned is not blogging material, though it was extremely interesting I can assure you), followed by the slalom back over icy Rosland roads at 3am. It was hard to decide which was worse - the slushy ice roads - with definite tracks that you could stick to sliding on, while the base of the car was scrubbed by the median mountain of snow, or - the glassy ice roads - wider and smooth but perfectly shined, so that you got the feeling that the merest slip would launch you into the nearest icy turlough. It was beautiful though - the entire landscape shining in the moon's glow with blue lacy trees throughout.

Hannah Bagnell on the Radio

Our Christmas Special Guest on the Sunday Scrapbook is Dublin born writer Hannah Bagnell. It's a family time of year, so I'm delighted to have my aunt and godmother joining me in studio. She was born and reared in dublin and has been writing since her childhood - her first big success being the winning of an RTE contest with her short story about an ostrich. She left her job in the food industry to move to Bath in 1990 to study English, and creative writing, she now works in student services in Bath Spa University and is part of an intimate writers group over there who meet regularly to discuss reading, writing, and life in general.

It was a visit to Hannah a couple of years back and discussing her membership of that group that kind of caused me to go looking for Lucan Writers Group, so I've alot to thank her for.

Hannah's theme is life, death and survival.
4pm on Sunday afternoon --- Liffey Sound - link on the right for live listening - or check the archives Toosday...

See Here - Titus with a new barrage of poems in shops

Not in the drunk tank....

yet... but it is Christmas Eve babe. The first one since my first year in college to be spent at home, ie in the place where I live... It'll be strange, we'll have bad TV reception and only 3 TV channels, and the goldfish won't know what to do with themselves (we usually desert them for the day)
Parents are soon en route, and I'm sure we've forgotten to get something crucial, but that will only be apparent when it's missed... ah well.

Here's a little something to have a look at if you're sick of Only Fools and Horses reruns...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFlvNvjyK8k

Hope ye all have a great one...

Miscellaneous, and more poems in shops...

First off I have to wish my friend Eve a happy day - so Happy Christmas Eve Eve Eve!

(I don't even have a friend called Eve, I have an ex colleague who I could most definitely see myself going for coffee with, but because of the above, she might be slightly reluctant to go for said coffee with me, understandably enough)

In other news - after a short delay - I've got Sarah & Ailín's show up on sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com

On to more Poems in Shops.

First check out Argent's great poem in a shop, really a great poem, on that perennial Christmas crime - festive mugging - right next to the Economics books in Waterstones.

My latest effort was supposed to end up at a garage or petrol station, lost my nerve though, no garage big enough and free from cctv enough and guaranteed not to blow up enough when I'd click the camera - so instead I went for the fuel section in the local lidl, (which is right next to the till, thus explaining the poor focus in the hastily taken snaps) hope you like...

Fuel

A liquified teeming of processed life forms

Long compressed, in seams depressed, now sold

by some shrewd shark that owns the land, the urn

where prehistoric life spews forth for us to burn

The book List

Check out the latest POEM IN A SHOP as part of international put your poem in a shop month - by Argent... - a real beaut


I have a little red diary where I note all my reads, mostly so I can check whether I've read something before, such is my razor sharp memory that I sometimes would only realise this a few pages in, which isn't much good for making progress through the slag heap that is my pile of books yet to be read...
Anyway - this year has been markedly less readerly than the previous - less books in cars (in fact eh none) because of less time in the car, and less books in general because of a higher amount of being out and about and generally messing.. this means the list is shorter, but I can give you a bit more on them, since they are fewer in number - ie i'll try and think of a couple of relevant thoughts on each - instead of just the marks out of 10 given last year, hope you enjoy reading about my reading while you should be reading and i should be reading something better for our heads....
I will help those of you with time constraints by putting in bold the ones you absolutely have to read, and maybe more importantly - in italics - the ones to avoid at all costs

Music For Torching - AM Homes - funny, fast, off the wall, worth a read.

So Long, See you tomorrow - William Maxwell - alright, a bit subtle for a christmas read, but only cost me 1p, so can't complain.

The End of Alice - AM Homes - physically sickening, v visceral, horrific and amazing writing - only read if your head can take it.

Eats Shoots & Leaves - Lynne Truss - surprisingly entertaining & educational

The Plague - Camus - all about the atmosphere, slow claustrophic read

The Bone People - Keri Hulme - innovative and great empathy - trails off a bit

These are our Lives - Stinging Fly Anthology - great collection - some brilliant stories - esp liked the heart swop one

Comfort of Strangers - Ian McEwan - A brilliant short book, amazing capturing of relationships, but dissappointed by the ending

The Secret River - Kate Grenville - gripping at the start, fades quite a bit

Disgrace - JM Coetzee - pretty undeniably a genius book, every page glows

Walk the Blue Fields - Claire Keegan - loved these stories - annoyingly brilliant

All Summer - Claire Kilroy - another brilliantly written book, with a lovely flow to the plot - a little self conscious in places

Let's be alone together - Another Stinging Fly collection - mostly stories of oddballs & lunatics -alot of good reads

Diary of a Manhatten Call Girl - Tracey Quan - a guilty pleasure, kind of dross unfortunately

The day of the locust, diary of Balso Snell - Nathaniel West - Amazing pair of books, really enjoyed them

Lessons in Heartbreak - Cathy Kelly - a loan from someone whose feelings I didn't want to hurt, so I read it. Heartbreakingly repetitive, and uninspiring overall

Amber Spyglass - Philip Pullman - really great imagination, a beautiful book

Affinity - Sarah Waters - spooky read, a very talented crafter of novels

Proust was a neuroscientist - Jonah Lehrer - really really brilliant book - best non fiction by a mile (actually might be the only non fiction, but still the best) loved it

Twilight - Stephanie Meyer - bit of a page turner alright, enjoyable read, kinda repetetive in parts

Bad Blood - Lorna Sage - middling kind of memoir - had great expectations of it and was a bit dissappointed

Angels & Demons - Dan Brown - compulsive read, ridiculous plot, gruesome in parts but enjoyable

Everyman - Philip Roth - a brilliant little book, sad reflection on life

Post Office - Charles Bukowski - a rollocking read, fun, energetic, leaping happily through the detritus of a tragic life

The Secret Scripture - Sebastian Barry - a moving book, accomplished and thought provoking

Hard Boiled Hard Luck - Banana Yoshimoto - slightly disjointed, but interesting enough - engaging atmosphere

Host - Stephanie Meyer - more easy reading, imaginative

How many miles to Babylon - Jennifer Johnson - a very perfect short book on friendship, war and life, reading it was like curling up in a duvet, so comforting and true

I'm almost finished reading a few others - but I'll keep them towards next years total!!!

Happy Reading y'all

Christmas Poem - TFE takes over my life once again...

TFE's poetry bus is back for one week only... catch it while it's hot.

Here's a poem based on my harrowing real life experience as a Santa's little helper, which explains the chill in my bones today, and the fact that I couldn't blog last night... (ok I was out watching Avatar, but look I managed to stay un-brain-dead enough after that harrowing experience to get back to ye with not one but two ginormously high quality blog posts today)

On the Green

Bitter cold brittle hours

cocoa rumours abound.

Qualified by my red coat

I am a shivering elf -

Seventy seven selection boxes

earned with songs, hugs, poems,

the young surround - asleep, incredulous, terror struck,

they mingle, dance in transient twinkle-tent

Man with cushion-stuffed red felt pants
and laughter in his tired voice,

escapes with seventy seven promises of rudolf carrots
and one red crayon flower

The Shortest Day of the year...

...deserves the shortest post.

Sarah O'Reilly AND Ailín O'Dea on the Radio

This week the theme we are taking is "Women Writers." My guest is not one, but two women, one a writer, and one a keen reader, Ailín O'Dea and Sarah O'Reilly.
Ailín is originally from Limerick, but has been a native inner city Dub for the past 5 years, she writes mostly poetry, and achieved a special mention this year in the prestigious Dromineer festival competition with her poem "Between Jobs".
Sarah is a scientist originally from Co Clare, she is a relatively recent arrival to Dublin having spent the best part of her 20s in Cork City, and escapes the scientific life with regular ravenous reading - she delights in fiction of all kinds, and loves to talk about books.

These girls are not only eloquent and entertaining but I am lucky to count them among my dearest (up to 20p an hour) friends, I love them both to bits, and I think you will too....

4pm - this Sunday - Liffey Sound - link on the right - there's no excuse to miss it

By the way - this
International Put your Poem in a Shop Month
thing is getting MEGA famous - click here to see it mentioned on Poetry Friday... Get in now! While you still can, you can say you were at the cutting edge before it got popular! (and don't forget to tell us about it)

About the House

A Mini Tour of some little things around the house currently that I like
1. Tiny Glittery Santa. Older than me, perhaps responsible for my life long love of glitter, this is my favourite decoration ever, he's been chewed by me and the dog I once loved and lost, as well as often ousting the baby from the crib we had when I was young. Shown here next to a normal sized Santa for perspective.
2. Upside down heart framed Wedding Picture. This is a frame that we got as a present from our lovely neices and nephew the day before our wedding. We never put our own picture in it, preferring instead the people we don't know who are far better looking, and are pretending to be getting married. The important bit is the two leaves from the hedge in our front garden in the frame which have, written on them, personal messages written from the gift givers. A gorgeous thing. I spend hours looking at it thinking - one day I'll make it so the hearts are the right way up...
3. Stairs Art. We have yellow painted wooden stairs. On their own they'd be boring and ugly. With a gift of an art calender the Christmas we moved in, we transformed them week by week, into a mini gallery that we can admire on our way up and down.
BY THE WAY - MAKE SURE YOU CHECK OUT EMERGING WRITER'S POEM IN A SHOP!!!

The Return of Weekly Wednesday

We haven't had it for over a month, but now it's back, weekly Wednesday. Here for today, and most of tomorrow, meteorologists reckon it will be here till at least 5pm.

(Anyone who says I've run out of ideas for blogposts, or haven't managed to get out and plant another poem in a shop might be right and they might be right... the christmas cards/ presents are beginning to get on top of me, but I can report that the tree is now properly dressed, though I'm starting to maybe see why my parents turfed it out 12 years ago... all the mismatched bits of it that seemed charming and quaint when i first dragged it to my digs in cork, now just seem kind of mismatched)

EXTRA EXTRA...
See Emerging Writer's blog for the latest poem in a shop shenanigans!!!!

Highlights & Lowlights on monday nights...

These guys (I never found out who they were, but anyone who mixes James Bond and Mozart can't be all bad) were one of the big highlights of last night's launch of "Kay's Book" - an anthology of 8 new short stories in memory of Kay McDonnell, organised and published as the culmination of a short story competition by South Dublin County Council, with a very warm speech about the lady in question.
Other highlights included the warm mince pies, warmer mulled wine, two copies hot off the press of said book with one of my earlier short stories "The Quest" printed proudly therein (it's so lovely to find a home for a story, and this is my first proper short to find a home... a happy moment), nice chat with an inspiring Catalan Poet, and catchin up with a diva.
Lowlights included my genius story not winning first place, it also not winning second place, finally going on to spectacularly fail to win third place, and the lowest light of all perhaps being me telling inspiring Catalan poet that I thought I remembered meeting her last year at Patrick Kavanagh's reading in the Irish Writer's Centre. (It was Pat McCabe I was thinking of... I'm bad with names) (really seriously bad)...
Congrats to the winners, who were - Anne Hennessy in first, followed by Kevin Shannon, and finally Brendan O'Leary, and I am looking forward very much to enjoying their work on a sofa near me soon...

International Put Your Poem in a shop month - Interim Report

First a little interview with the founder of IPYPIASM - or "me" as I am otherwise known

Where did you get the idea for this annual event?
Inspiration first came from a discussion with Emerging Writer, who told me during late November last year that she had got a poem in shop - meaning the magazine, but I had misunderstood - and thought she had a poem in a shop, and thought it was a great idea.
Why do you want to have poems in every shop in the world during the month of December?
I think December is possibly the most hassly month of the year in terms of time spent in shops, queuing in said shops, and the amount of money handed over in said shops, making it overall a kind of stressful experience, thought it would be nice to have a little pressie for shop goers, and reason to make your own visit to the shop more artistically satisfying not to mention more exciting.
Any differences in your approach this year?
YES - I'm so glad you asked that... (stop talking to yourself Niamh, people will think you're weird)... anyway last years poems in shops approach was to put the poem disguised as a note, on a noticeboard, this year the poem goes anywhere in a shop - in with the merchandise - which in some ways was harder than last year, but opened up more possibilities for tying in with the product you were targetting with the poem.
And what has the month achieved so far?
This year we have had up to a 1000% (exact figures are difficult to calculate because for practical reasons I cannot check every single shop in the whole world) increase in poems being placed in shops, and a 2 million percent uplift in international participation with Scotland far in the lead with 5 poems so far...

On with the report - poems placed so far:
I led the way with a poor enough poem about milk, left in a poor shop with some milk, where I bought a bottle of pop that I would never have otherwise bought...Oubliette was next to charge, cheering us no end, with an impulse spur of the moment poem, from the inside of a certain boutiquey garden shoppish place where the recession hadn't made it past the metal detectors.
Then Titus took us international with her 2 poems in a tiny colourful shop somewhere in a scottish village... left up only momentarily, not to scandalise the locals... more from Titus later

Next up TFE got a brave little poem almost wheeled into store by a brave little mouse, who couldn't quite make it, but the poem was still there the next day... no actual evidence of the poem being actually in the shop... ie a photograph, but there is no doubt in my mind that the deed was done, he has promised to complete another mission - this time perhaps with a photo in situ...I followed up with a double bombing of a beauty conscious gift shopper targetted superstore poem, nervewrackingly placed between the boxsets.Hot on the heels of that came Rachel Fox of More about the song - with her beautiful tree poem on a postcard, a gift for anyone that found it among the crackers or the wrapping paper...Titus was back in action very soon after that with one absolutely scandalous and one other brilliant poem, both with spot on product placement, belly laughing stuff.For a little bit of an old classic touch - I presented last years poem among the cabbages on a quick shopping trip.
TFE wrote a fantastic award winning poem about sunglasses which... eh may or may not have some day made it into a sunglasses shop, if there was a sunglasses shop in this country...

An amazingly talented young girl, who just happens to also be my genius neice then completed a dastardly mission to the most beautiful fish shop in Galway with the most fabulously decorated poem about fish that I have ever seen. You'll find more detail on that at her secretary's blog - Man About Forty.So over to you blogworld - half the month is over, but half is still to go - 14 shopping days till the end of December - get out there and put your poem in a shop... and don't forget to let us know about it!!!

Tree Poem

POEMS IN SHOPS HITS GALWAY !!!! - Check Man About Forty's blog for more details... One of the most dastardly adventures in the odyssey yet....

Thanks to Swiss for the ingenius tree exercise, which resulted in the following Tree Poem:

Imposter Garden Tree - removing this for the time being - leave me a comment if you want to see it again

:-)

Fintan O Higgins on the radio

This week's guest will be remembered by regular readers as the beyoncé propositioning poet (watch the vid here) who also once wrote for that show of all shows, "Fair City" (It is strongly rumoured that he was responsible for the unforgettably touching scene where Harry and Delores are putting baby Jessica's clothes away after her death, handled with beautiful sensitivity). He has also written for Emmerdale, has an impressive cv of scriptwriting work done both in theatre and television, and has published several of his award winning poems. He has taken the interesting theme of "The context of Poetry" and works as a freelance dramaturge.
He is bringing a first to the show in that we are going to read a piece from one of his scripts, as in - act it, as in - bring it to life, as in - give ye all a great laugh of a Sunday listening to my pathetic attempt at acting. He'll also be reading some of his great poems and giving us some interesting insights into the world of scriptwriting as well as his views on the context of poetry. Don't forget it's now going to be on at the new, more humane, bat time of 4pm... link on the right to Liffey Sound, and as I said before, for you unco-ordinated bloggers, there'll always still be the aul recording... which you can pick up anytime, until then - take it easy...

If you go down to the shops today

be sure to check under the cabbages for more geurilla poems: this time a classic one of "International put your poem in a shop month 2008" fame

WANTED:
Girl caught beside cabbages, brows sopping
Man beside cereals, thinking of toast
No one here because they always thought shopping
Was the one thing in life they loved doing most

Anyway - some shops don't need our geurilla poems, found a gem on a notice there yesterday in a shop that said "Customers, please use gloves and thongs provided", which had us at home wondering what kind of merchandise would require the use of gloves and thongs only, any theories would be most welcome...

It's all the rage in Scotland

Poems in shops are spreading like wildfire - check out Titus, and More about the Song - links on the left, to see the latest genius poems in shops with actual pictorial proof!! I'll be doing a full midway report on the progress of
"International Put your Poem in a shop month"
on the 15th of December, where I'll be showing year on year how the month is going - so do let me know if you see any poems in shops that I might not be aware of. It's very exciting tho, and I'd say this year is easily going to kick the ass of last year, since it has actually been international this year...

In other news - thanks to Emerging Writer's blog post about Googling and google alerts, and I had this sudden urge to google myself (ok it's not the very very first time I've ever done it), and found a most exciting result (for me) that being the fact that I am mentioned on this month's Hotpress in reference to my upcoming appearance at the Nighthawks! See the linky dink here.

Not only that but I am in the running for a competition that is being awarded next Monday night in Tallaght Library, (ooh the shakes). I have some very tough competition, with a fantastic story by Oubliette not least among my worries (I've had the joy of reading it, and it's darn good, so will probably beat me, feck it). So I'm just very grateful that I'll have had something published this year.

All of which goes a long way towards making up for the crushing blow that was my PFO from a certain competition which I had sillily worked myself up for...
(One of my writing friends being so successful that he didn't even know what a PFO was kinda cheered me too) (a PFO is a Please Feck Off for those of you who don't know)

New Bat Time, Same Bat Channel - an announcement

In order to ensure that you lazy bloggers out there have time to get yourselves up, fed, quieted and attentivated in time for the radio show, the time is changing - from this Sunday I will be broadcasting at the brand new time, but same bat channel for another season of Dreams, Scenes and Themes - which of course is the secret name for the show that's publicly known as the Sunday Scrapbook. The brand new time is 4pm, still of a Sunday, the same bat channel is liffey sound, link on the right there...
I've lots more lovely people lined up to come into the studio, open up their brain and unpack all their valuable insights into writing and life in general for your benefit, and as usual will put up the recordings after the event on http://sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com.
Hope you'll continue to listen...

CLICK HERE for the latest "International put your poem in a shop month" exploits by the brilliant Rachel Fox - this one looks very professional indeed...

AND HERE for the very latest "International put your poem in a shop month" brave poetry in shops by the great Titus!!

Poems in Shops hits the big time

This evening
"International put your poem in a shop month"
made it to the biggest shop on the planet (or at least the biggest one near to me) and you know what? this stuff is not for the faint hearted... I thought, go for a big browser friendly shop, sure there'll be no bother getting the poems up there, I told myself, (for I had in my pockets 2 copies of my latest poem, since I was covering such a huge footfall), with the crowds there'll be ample cover, I told myself. Not so, my friends, more people equals more people ready to look at you as if you're a big weird poem placing weirdo, plus the millions of staff they have, on the look out for suspicious looking persons such as yourself. I did know this one would be my biggest challenge yet, so I spent some time in the shadows of the car park, saying a fond farewell to the handwritten scraps - one a piece of paper, one cardboard.
Then into the store. Got the cardboard poem stowed first, in behind a box-set - my best hope of it lasting a bit longer with all the eagle eyed staff everywhere (them and their free health care and spectacles and vitamins no doubt because of where they happen to work).Then the paper one, uncrinkled from my pocket, standing loud and proud in front of something that cost 20 euros, maybe someone will think the poem costs 20 euros, (oh if only people were willing to pay 20 euros for a poem!!)
A good day's work - two more poems out there in the wilderness.... Rrrraarrrr!!

If you're frustrated because you can't see the poems properly - send me 20 euros and I'll write them out again for you, alternatively - I did type it out there on a blog post about 3 days back...

Lost Camera - but poems in shops will continue...

The second poem for shops is in testing phase at the moment. This time I'm taking a more natural approach, with a hand written version. I have set up a mini-hyper-market gift shop in the kitchen and am in the midst of practising my placement skills, walking by and dropping a slip of paper in the upright position, without looking in the least bit suspicious. HOWEVER I am not practising taking pictures of it, (some would say this is the most important part of the whole exercise, and some would say that some have little to be talking about), because the camera is missing;
This is also why I can't show you the stunning pictures taken on a lovely walk around Bray Head yesterday, including some lovely natural lichen art, and a picture of a fantastic hovering bird, that was so stationary in the sky he looked like an ink blot on a cloud, until we got closer and could see it really was a bird - surfing and playing in the wind currents somehow pausing about 6 feet above a perfectly good perch (ie an electric cable - maybe he was making some kind of environmental point, now that I think of it)... anyway - nor can I show you the fantastic christmas decorations in my house - which I couldn't have shown anyway, because they DON'T GO UP until the 12th of the month, and this year that is going to be a struggle, since I will be out the previous night somewhere around Dubland, busy all day the next day, and out the next night somewhere in Corkland, but I'll manage somehow...
Priority no. 1 right now is the camera, got to find the camera for more poetry in shops antics - TFE is going to put his fabulous award winning sunglasses poem up in a shop near you soon, if he can find a shop selling sunglasses, and there are tons of other lovely poets thinking of doing likewise - Hurrah!!

Louise Phillips on the Radio

Joining me on the Sunday Scrapbook tomorrow is the very talented Louise Phillips, her theme is the rather expansive and ever interesting one of "Relationships" and she joins me with one particularly dark story, and some delicious short pieces as well. Usual bat time - 11 am on Liffey Sound - link on the right. Here's her bio:

Louise Phillips having raised her family started back writing a number of years ago and was chosen as part of a small group of emerging new talent for workshops given by Dermot Bolger, then writer in Residence for South County Dublin.

A number of her short stories and poems have since been published. Two of her short stories are contained in anthologies, ‘A Place in Time’ which formed part of ‘Caught in Amber’ an anthology edited by Eileen Casey and ‘Another Road’ part of the ‘County Lines’ anthology published by New Island.

Last year her short, short story ‘The Beads’ was published as one of the winning entries in the National Group Writers Award 2008 (Petals on a Bough) and her short story ‘A Part of Me’ was shortlisted for the Molly Keane Memorial Award.

This year she was the winner of the ‘The Jonathon Swift Award 2009’ for her short story ‘Last Kiss’. Louise has been an active member of Lucan Writers Group for the last three years and is currently working on her second novel.

UPDATE: Check out total feckin eejit's blog for the latest poem in a shop escapade,

News at the Slippy Pole & The next poem for shops

Amidst all the excitement of "International put your poem in a shop month" you'd be forgiven for thinking I'd be forgiven for forgetting about the most forgotten pole in Ireland, but no - the very latest from the slippy pole, last seen on this blog here and before that here, here, here,
and first spotted here...
Well here it is today - the slippery warning sign is still clinging on for dear life - at this rate it should still be there when the road is actually slippery again and needs a new sign to go up, but instead of spending the country's hard earned money on a new sign the clever council people will point to their great conservational genius and hoist the old sign proudly on the pole. I will, of course, let you know if there are any further developments.

In other news, so invigorated by the immense success of my first poem placement in a shop I have already written the next one. This time to go into a make up counter or gifty chemist type environment. Here it is

Go

Frenzied gift hunt, seek bright shiny crap
Dazed mirror eye contact, you shed glitter like snow
No box-set, cream/ face paint, unguent or slap
Makes you younger or sexier or fitter than now

Poem testing will commence over the weekend...

This just in - new poems spotted in colourful looking shops in titus land - click here for more.

International Put your Poem in a Shop Month - Launch

Last night was the official launch party for

"International put your Poem in a Shop Month"

with the official first placement of a poem in a shop. Predictably, I hung around the shadows a bit first - not the band - feeling guilty and as if I was about to litter, although really I was just about to give a gift to society, the gift of a poem.

A few glasses of wine and an inspiring play by Abbey Callen called Strandline later, I was ready to do whatever it took for my art and boldly strode into a shop (that I never ever go to), under cover of three fellow writers, made straight for the milk area and placed my poem, got a picture of it quick before anyone could stop me. There were too big security people on the door, and since no one else wanted to buy anything I ended up buying a bottle of a cherry flavoured drink, just in case the burly security men stopped us on the way out and went "Hey you! Did you just leave a poem in the shop?" So, all suspicions dispersed we all merrily went on our way. I just think that maybe next time I'll write a poem about some kind of shop where browsing is ok without buying. After all this is supposed to be some kind of non commercially artistic endeavour and if I just keep buying things every time I put a poem in a shop, that'll just be good for shops.... Ah the problems of a struggling gorilla artist.

LOOKIE HERE For the first poem in a shop outside of this blog!! Well done Oubliette!

Too Many DJs

Not content with bursting onto the blogworld, Mr VC hosted his first radio show yesterday evening on Radió na Life.

You can catch it here.

We are the new posh and becks, or bert and ernie, or bonnie and clyde, or salt and pepper, or sonny and cher, or something

Thanks too for the overwhelming response to the "International put your poem in a shop" campaign, kicking off in a shop near you soon. I have a quiet kind of feeling, I don't want to say it, but it seems like it's going to be even more of a (miserable failure) roaring success than last year - more of last years escapades can be seen here.
The in-home poem test on this week's poem has gone very well and we are ready for full upscaling to launch.