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Today’s Existentialist Rant
Driving back up the road after dropping my daughter off at school, I notice a middle-aged woman wrangling a blue wheelie bin into position outside her back gate. She looks miserable, the corners of her mouth turned down into a substantial, world-hating … Continue reading
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Tagged Ants, Belfast, Carolan Road, Dead Cat, death, Existentialism, exploitation, futility, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Mother Nature, Ormeau Road, poverty, Queen, Radiohead, rant, Selfishness, short story, Vernacularisms, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Loving a Belfast Boy,’ by Pól Deeds.
. Our sun sets when you close your eyes. . Whatever time of day you sleep, The world ends in some way, And we Are left, then, emptied of you. Without your glow Utensils clang and clatter, doors Bang. Lowered … Continue reading
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Tagged 'My Ma thinks I'll be in bed early.', Belfast, cancer, Celtic FC, child, death, Fundraising, grief, inspiration, loss, Neuroblastoma, Oscar Knox, Pól Deeds, Wee Oscar
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Guest Post: ‘Cavehill and Christmas’ by Maria McManus
I’ve started this post umpteen times and aborted it. I run out of steam. I get distracted. There is something to be done or someone that needs my attention, I was ill a few days and then at other times, … Continue reading
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Tagged absence, Belfast, Cavehill, Christmas, dawn, death, Haass, Ligoneil, Literature, loss, Maria McManus, Orange Band, politicians, Winter Solstice, writing
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Natural Science
You are on a mission: today the stabilisers are off your daughter’s bike for the first time, and you are going to the park. She is excited; impatient to get there, and you have to insist on hopping her up … Continue reading
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Tagged Autumn, Beech, Belfast, bike riding, Cherry, Cherry trees, colour, Cycle of Life, death, decay, fireworks, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Maple, Natural Science, rebirth, Rush, short story, trees, 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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Vernacularisms 