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This is the holiday season – so don’t make rash decisions

July 24, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: connections, historical, Imagining, Reflections

Better give plenty of time to ensure everyone has a chance to have a say on the future of this blog…

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The future of this blog

July 22, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: connections, Imagining, Reflections

Ever since the idea of developing a blog around and in honour of Listowel Writers’ Week came to me, I’ve been thinking about the future of this blog.

  • Is it to live?
  • Is it to carry on after Writers’ Week 2009?
  • Or is it to be given a decent wake, burial & obituary?
  • If it is to live, in what form?
  • If it is to carry on, what form should it take, and in whose hands?
  • If it is to be closed down, how best to do that, and when?

I would like to invite views…

I would like to give everyone who is interested a chance to have their say?

There may be other future-oriented questions: if members of the audience, the community, the ‘tribe‘, would like to put fundamental questions on the table, please do.

There is only one now, and now is the time to have your say…

Masks – who was wearing a mask @ Listowel?

July 14, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: Imagining, photographs

I can’t even remember where this image took my fancy…

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Going to recover after thrill of writing for you

June 13, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: Imagining, painters & paintings, Reflections

I’m going to take a complete break.

Going into a different zone in south west France for 3 weeks.

Complete abstinance from any form of blogging, internetting, texting, twittering, facebooking, mobilephoning

and, hardest of all

no writing… not even a poem.

Not since I learned to write in St Philamena’s school in Limerick, not since I first practised the art of loading ink from inkwell onto a nib, not since I was in short trousers…

have I abstained from writing for 3 weeks.

Why give all that up?

I got a phone call from a wonderful person whom I met at Listowel Writers’ Week. She said:

“You need to paint. Take paint, brushes & paper with you. It’ll take you out of yourself…”

I hardly know this person. I’ve never painted more than blank walls. But, who am I to turn the messenger away?

I leave you in the hands of Patrick Stack & Jeremy Gould, to whom I leave a few draft posts for possible posting.

You, readers, can run this blog without me. You can send loads of comments in, together with photographs & pieces of your writing.

Hopefully, I’ll return a regenerated man. It’ll be really hard not to log on.

Terry Jones: shadowside

June 09, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: events, Imagining, photographs, Uncategorized

Terry Jones was an experience. He performed in front of a screen. I couldn’t resist taking this.

The title’s an indulgence.

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Imagining the conversation between Brian McMahon & J B Keane …

June 02, 2009 By: Paul O'Mahony Category: historical, Imagining, organisers, preparations, storytelling, theatrical plays

[In the bar of J B Keane’s pub, Listowel, Kerry, Ireland, winter 1969)

Brian: John?

J B : Yes Brian. Will you take one for the road?

Brian: Go on, hit me. I’ve been thinking John…

J B : I’m sorry for your trouble Brian. Is that head of your’s throbbing again?

Brian: John, we have no Hell’s Angels in Listowel, no Black Panthers either.

J B : Tis drawing Brian. I like to let it sit until the dark has settled in.

Brian: You pull a great pint for such a young man John, as we all know. But what are we putting back?

J B : Into the youth? Is it the futute of the young people or the ancients that you’re thinking of?

Brian: Tis time we put down a foundation John. We’ll not be here for long. As they say in Paris, the youth deserve the earth left to them cleansed with the best their writers can deliver from tombstones.

J B : No wonder your head’s aglow. I see light in those eyes.

Brian: Let’s see if we can gather a fair crowd John. A fair crowd in Listowel. And get them all talking, all exciting, all doing their own thing. Let’s see if we can show them the Kerry way to revolution. Words John, imagination from the soul, for the soul. with the soul. I have a dream John, that one day there’ll be a fair in Listowel, and twon’t be cattle starring and drovers selling. It’ll be girls and fellas driving their writing into new places. I have a dream John that’ll go out from this parish, watered by the streams of the hinterland. I dream John, therefore I am, in Listowel on a damp dark night.

J B : I’m with you. If you’re going on the long road, and putting in writers to this pub, so that we can listen, and fill the town with the music of stories, I’ll walk the road with you. We’ll have one for the road together.

Mary Keane: Yee better hurry up boys.

Brian: You’re right Mary, we better hurry up. John, I hear the twittering of birds, a face-book of voices, your tube of toothpaste refilled, even the inter-netting of artist’s from Listowel with the wanderers from abroad this parish.

J B : Jaysus, that’s virtually a feast.

Brian: Yes John, a feast for sore eyes. They’ll be up fierce late in Listowel that week. Let’s make a “writers’ week”, and make a meal of it.

J B : Be Jaysus Brian, you’re some dreamer for a teacher.

Mary Keane: Good night Brian, safe home.

Brian: Good night to you both.

J B : Tis indeed Brian.


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