Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
There are a hundred reasons
why, no matter what the season
it would be a bad day out
He'd wee on all the papers
Want to play with all the staplers
would have such crazy capers
if you brought him there - no doubt
Yes cats aren't known as readers
they're better off as feeders
leave em home, leave em with Peter
rather than a shopping bout
So let em yowl and cry away
ask to see mice, promise they'll be ok
with computers and dice, tell them NO WAY
No Easons for your cat today
Easons is a stationary and book shop for those who mightn't be aware
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
In other news, will be at the Glór tonight saying a few new poems, looking forward to it, as I haven't seen any of my co-performing poets before, and of the musical acts, the one I have seen is great.
Will also be at Mullingar fire festival this weekend, if any of ye are heading that way? Should be fun.
Other news is just that I'm all aches and pains from yesterday's estate clean up day, where I over vigourously attacked the ivy, and my Dad had a lovely surprise 60th birthday last Friday.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
This week's driver is the fantabulous Argent, and you'll find more examples of bus poems on that blog... here. The prompt was to write about being lost, or about strange relatives. Too many of my strange relatives read this for comfort, so I wrote a little lost Villanelle, but it got lost along the way, and I lost some of the repeats needed for a proper structure, they just annoyed me too much
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Eamonn Lynskey has had poetry published in many magazines and journals. He was nominated for the Sunday Tribune/ Hennessy Literary Award for New Irish Poetry in 2006 and one of his poems featured in last year's OXFAM calendar. His first collection 'Dispatch and Recollections' was published in 1998 by Lapwing (Belfast) and his second collection 'And Suddenly the Sun Again' will appear shortly from Seven Towers (Dublin). He is an enthusiastic supporter of open mic performance.
Eamonn blogs at http://tvif.wordpress.com/ and himself and myself will be taking on the theme of Poetry and Politics
Be there, 4pm, on Sunday, listen online on the liffey sound link to the right there, or 1pm Greenlandic time...
or catch up on the show blog later... sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Don't bring your ass to Lidl
Just dose him with a needle
He'll only want the strudel
and other things that you don't need
Yes donkeys have a reputation
For making a sensation
when trying to get carbohydration
off a pallet of sugar or beets
They'll only root around the specials
want to buy big pots of metal
or the latest sun powered kettle
so listen, pay no heed
No matter how the donkey brays
What flowered words, or sexy phrase
Tell him that you refuse his case
No Lidl for your ass today
Monday, April 19, 2010
If the English language (or whatever language you speak) was being erased from history tomorrow, and you were only allowed to keep 5 phrases for yourself to use for the rest of your life, what would they be?*
"Show me how"
"Want anything in the shops?"
"Yes please, a coffee"
I think I could probably get through the rest of my days with just those...
Now - you tell me yours...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
"I want proof of higher life. I want uplifting stories of helpful spirits. I want stories of joyful moments of synchronicity that couldn’t have happened without the intervention of some higher power.
I want joy, I want tears, I want laughter, I want truth. I want moments or stories where the real world grazed the spirit one. "
Most stimulating and imaginative, I think you'll agree. So my little effort is below - I think I'm still recovering from doing the driving last week - so to find some even better bus poems - be sure to call over to Pure Fiction here...
We, the hundred extras, we play a million parts
Tickets takers, people in the next chair,
At hairdressers, on the bus, we’re farmers at the mart
An exhausting tour, demanding schedule
We watch your every move, we read your blog
And we are cursed, damned to share your knowing smiles,
We compliment your dog,
Forced every day to follow you, we’re ready in a squint
To play soccer in the park, or stroll along the path,
or dressed nicely exit church, leaving pretend mass,
or stage a real mass if you choose to go
or offer you a mint
An endless show, the costumes, make-up,
Different walks, traits, all skills mastered,
Just as extras in your life, the people you won’t know
At concerts we’re the bouncers, late - the band,
Take turns at bumping into you, jumping tight and close to you,
The rest of the crowd are CGI, and traffic jams are planned
Remote controlled by the producers, we cautiously swap cars,
Keep a flow of angry looks, we look convincing
We change our clothes in time to queue with you
For a taxi driven by another of our number
Be nice to us, we’re here for good, and we’ll return the favour.
Friday, April 16, 2010
I'm sure it's going to be a really interesting one, so be sure to join us, this Sunday, live at 4pm (that's 11am Lima time) on Liffey Sound - link on the right there, or catch up soon after on the Sunday Scrapbook blog
I'm pretty sure Nuala needs no introduction to most of you - but for anyone who doesn't know of her:
Nuala was born in Dublin, and reared only up the road from Lucanland in Palmerstown, she is a full-time fiction writer and poet, living in Galway county. She has published two collections of short fiction and two poetry collections - one in an anthology and has just published her first novel. Nuala holds a BA in Irish and a masters in translation. She has worked as an arts administrator in theatre and in a writers' centre; as a translator, as a bookseller and also in a university library. Nuala teaches creative writing on a part-time basis.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
My name is: Niamh
Never in my life have I been: an astronaut.
The one person who can drive me nuts is: not to be named here, for fear of them or people who might some day know them reading this
High school: was a funny, very spotty time, had no friends for most of it, but the ones I eventually made are still with me
When I’m nervous: I sound like I'm trying to sing while driving a potholed road, especially when trying to sing when nervous
The last song I listened to was: Macy Gray's new one - catchy
If I were to get married right now (renew my vows) my best man/maid of honour:
same girl that did the job last May for me
My hair is: shapeless, boring and seldom brushed.
When I was 5: I started my first diary
Last Christmas: my highlight gift was a jewellery making set that I played with for 2 minutes then forgot about - not unlike when I was 5 probably.
I should be: doing something productive right now.
When I look down I see: a biro protruding from my mouth, and a hairy dog.
The happiest recent event was: taking dog to park last Sunday
If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I’d be: rich, or non existant
By this time next year: It'll be 2011
My current gripe is: computers that won't let me comment
I have a hard time understanding: alot of things, life in general/ mean people mainly,
There’s this girl I know that: has only ever been in 2 counties in Ireland but has also been to Florida
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: My husband
Take my advice: relax, be happy - if you have access to a computer - things can't be that bad
The thing I want to buy: nothing just now
If you visited the place I was born: you could ask them when do they plan to put up the plaque
I plan to visit: my folks tonight
If you spent the night at my house: you would wake to the view of dog's crazy golf course garden
I’d stop my wedding if: Mr VC wasn't there
The world could do without: dog poo
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: the belly of a rat
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: a stamp
Most recent thing someone else bought me: a beverage
My favorite blonde is: Mr Blonde - reservoir dogs
My favorite brunette is: Mr VC
My favorite red head is: Damien Duff-ish
My middle name is: Margaret Ann
In the morning I: sometimes walk the dog
The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: donkeys, and I'd have a pet one, and I'd fly to work with it on nice days, and it'd talk too, but it still wouldn't be allowed into Tesco (see yesterday)
Once, at a bar: I chatted up a man, later married him
Last night I was: watching Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore and was unable to stop watching
There’s this guy I know who: didn't do the lotto one night and his numbers came up!
If I was an animal I’d be: more energetic
A better name for me would be: Pennelope - I did use that one in College days
Tomorrow I am: attending a wedding
Tonight I am: heading southwards to see the folks
My birthday is: 9th June
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
I'd like to officially hand over the keys for the bus to Pure Fiction - keep an eye on her site for next weeks instructions here... this week's late comers/ stragglers will still get on this week's bus (on yesterdays post) if they want, so just let me know!
Thanks everyone who took part despite the most unpoetic type instructions, enjoyed the trip!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Now you can check out Titus's Twilight Zone Poem
Next weeks driver Pure fiction is on with a hi, the number 55, and some classy art
You were on the edge of my world
Just one of those
The ones I see at parties
Friend of friends
Eventually over fifteen years
by forces of magnets and magic
and wires and string
and drink and chocolate
and buttons and wings
becoming my friend too
And that means
we could talk
Not that we do
I could call you
If I'm in town
for a brew
If I'm down
or a walk
for my frown
or a chew
of a mound of limes
or amew-sing sounding times
- how it grew
or where it'll end
me & an old new-found friend
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
"Sound and Silence" a perfect theme for radio, I think you'll agree.
In her own words:
"I’m Irish and live in Dublin. If you’re wondering about the Serrano bit of my surname, it’s a long story. In a nutshell, it’s my mother’s surname. She’s Spanish, which means I grew up in Ireland as a bit of an outsider. I learnt to be comfortable with difference from early on. Sometimes I think it contributed to my becoming a poet.
My working life has always revolved around languages. I’ve taught Spanish on and off in various universities and privately, and have been a translator for about 20 years. More recently I’ve managed to devote myself exclusively to poetry translation (contemporary Italian poetry) which, to me, is about the closest thing to heaven I can think of. I feel very lucky to be able to do something I love so much.
A lot of my work is collaborative. It’s stimulating to bounce ideas off like-minded people. One person I’ve worked with is the Italian poet Annamaria Ferramosca. We published an experimental poetic dialogue in two languages, Paso Doble (Empiria, Rome, 2005), where part of each poem is in English (the bits I wrote) and part in Italian (the bits she wrote).
In 2008 Shearsman (UK) published Femispheres, my first collection of poems. More recently, I’ve had poems published in the second Seven Towers Census Anthology and in the Landing Places anthology (Dedalus Press). "
Join us on Sunday at 4pm on Liffey Sound - (link on the right there as always) for a feast of Sound with the odd bit of Silence thrown in for good measure. (That's 7pm in Novosibirsk!!!) or play catch up some time on Monday (OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BUS DAY!!!) at http://sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
If you're reading this, YOU ARE getting on the marvellous, spendiferous, world famous TFE poetry bus this Monday coming... I insist! It's my turn to drive and I'm as excited as a dog going on a walk (and that's pretty excited let me tell ya)....a ticket is but a piffling poem or any work of art inspired by two people or businesses you may know well or in passing, plus a random piece of text - see yesterday for the exact instructions.
You post it on your blog monday, I post a link from here - fame, fortune, hits, comradarie and the unending love of your busmates are but a click away.
If, like me, you're beginning to worry about people (person) who read(s) your blog wondering if they are the inspiration for your poem when you mention what the prompt was, well you can stop worrying right now... If you really want me to, I'll even put up a fake decoy prompt up tomorrow which you can link to in pretence that it's the one you're really following, or it could even be really a second prompt and if can be really up to you which one you go with, but then that might confuse things even more, might it?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
So, the Poetry Bus is back in Ireland this week, and who knows where it'll take us this time?
We've spent the last few hours picking up the petals from between the seat cushions, scraping the medical charts off the windows, and windows and clocks have all been replaced with the original parts. Swiss was an excellent driver, and has entrusted me with the keys, (the power! the power!) complete with stethoscope keyring, it's hard to know how to top his great trip - so instead I decided to do this...
Before we begin you will need:
1. A list of people you know - either use your mobile phone phone-book, or your email inbox (with each sender counting as a different name), or a little black book if you have one.
2. A number between 5 & 10 - write this down
3. Another number between 10 & 20 - also write this down
4. A word from the last text or email subject that you have recieved - write this down too
5. A headache tablet of your choice
Take the list - using your first number - go down that amount of people in the list - eg - if your number is 6, and your list reads: Ann, Ben, Dad, Elf, God, Ike - you pick Ike - because he's the 6th person in the list.
Then using your second number count up from the bottom that number of people, and again note down the name.
So - you end up with two people's names (or you might have a person and a business say - ie Ike, and a pizza place) plus your word from the text or email subject.
Take the headache tablet if desired.
Use some or all of these as prompts to write a poem. You don't have to use both people - ie if one of them reminds you of a strong memory go with that, or one of them plus the word evokes a strong idea, or you could meld them together in your head, imagine if they were one person - what are their strongest personality traits? what kind of mix would you end up with? Would you get any interesting contradictions? Or you can imagine them meeting if they've never met before... or use the text as a starting point to think of a scenario which might involve the two of them and/ or their relationship to you - or just take them and fictionalise the hell out of them.... Don't forget you don't have to reveal who the people were that prompted the poem, or indeed the piece of text... they're just the jumping off point after all.
There ye have it... no one said it had to be easy...
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
This week I'm delighted to welcome Edwin Kelly to the show. Edwin is originally from a small townland called Garryarthur in county Limerick. He began writing as a teenager and joined the English Lit Society in UCC while studying for his BA, many many years ago (though it feels like only yesterday to him). He has worked in a variety of jobs since - including teaching and book selling, and has lived in Dublin for the last year, where he is currently completing the UCD Creative Writing MA.
The theme he has selected is "Trapdoors of Childhood" and he says "I spent my own childhood playing soccer, football and computer games, all the while avoiding anything to do with hard work, an activity I became quite adept at I’m sure my father would say."
Join us in avoidance of any hard work this Chocolate Egg Sunday at 4pm, or 3pm old time, or 6pm for those of ye who live two hours that way, or tune into http://sundayscrapbook.blogspot.com, as usual soonish after the show to download your very own copy, complete with or without the day's news, depending on if there is any news, because you know sometimes no news is good news.
(My computer doesn't want me to comment on anything today by the way, in case you're wondering about me not answering your comments of yesterday, thanks for them though, and hopefully I'll get to answer ye later)