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Monthly Archives: November 2012
The Road to Damascus
You know when you’re just minding your own business and all of a sudden something happens and you’re like, Oh Sweet Jesus, because it’s totally unexpected and unwanted. So there’s me, walking back from the town, and I cut through … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Damascus Street, Gypsy, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rory McIlroy, shame, short story, writing
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Wild Iris
Mary and I go out walking every Wednesday evening. We try and vary the route so it doesn’t get too repetitive, although we usually get so engrossed in our conversation that we don’t take that much notice of the world … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Lagan Towpath, Literature, Lock-Keeper's Cottage, Melancholy, short story, Tin Whistle, Wild Iris, writing
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Moon Child
During the winter it gets dark early in Belfast. You may grudgingly accept that this is the price you pay for those heady long summer nights, but even so, it’s December now, and June is a long way off. It’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Crescent Moon, Gibbous Moon, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberley Street, Literature, Magic, Ormeau Road, short story, Waxing Moon, writing
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Shoe
Me and my Italian friend Marco have been playing tunes in the Duke of York. It’s been a brilliant session: great tunes, no head-melters, and a few pints. Even better, there is talk of a party at the house of … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, car crash, death, Duke of York, Dungannon, Harp, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rosetta, Shoe, short story, Tableau, taxi, Tyrone, writing
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Special Delivery: a screenplay, in one act.
The characters: John McCarthy: Journalist, and former hostage during the Lebanon Hostage Crisis, held captive for five years from 1986 to 1991. Now making a documentary series for the BBC with Sandi Toksvig called Island Race. Big Tony: Taxi driver … Continue reading
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Tagged A2, AA Taxis, Bangor, Belfast, Brian Keenan, drama, Jason O'Rourke, John McCarthy, Literature, Ormeau Road, Play, short story, writing
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Wifeless
I am waiting outside Botanic Station. I had been in Bangor earlier, playing some music for a charity event in a bar near the seafront. It was hosted by a TV sports journalist with a face made for Widescreen; it was, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bangor, Belfast, Botanic Avenue, Botanic Station, Buckfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, loss, short story, writing
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All changed
I was working in the Royal Victoria Hospital. I’d been given a room on the second floor of Bostock House – or ‘Bostick House’ as it’s known to the regulars. It used to be the nurses’ accommodation until someone burned … Continue reading
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Tagged Beechmount Avenue, Beehive, Belfast, Bostock House, Brighton Street, Centra, Clowney Street, Falls Road, Fáilte Restaurant, Gaeltacht Quarter, Hunger Strike, Islandbawn Street, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Red Devil, Royal Victoria Hospital, RPG Avenue, RVH, short story, writing
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Vernacularisms 