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Tag Archives: Jason O’Rourke
One Moment
There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, breaking the speed limit, child, Jason O'Rourke, luck, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, panic, road accident, short story, taxi, Vernacularisms
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Word Up, Part 1.
Cunt. It’s sprayed in round childish letters about 4 feet in height on the wall in Wellwood Street, just off Sandy Row. The black paint has been applied with some skill: the lines are consistently of the same thickness, and … Continue reading
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Tagged A2, adrenaline, Belfast, Belfast City Council, Buckfast, cider, frisson, Glue sniffing, graffiti, Great Victoria Street, handwriting, Hermeneutics, interpretation, Jason O'Rourke, Mise en Page, Office workers, Sandy Row, script, Sheela-na-Gig, South Belfast, Spray paint, Swearing, Vandalism, Wellwood Street
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Drama.
Loaded gun. Never fired. Sorry, Chekhov.
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Tagged Belfast, Chekhov, Chekhov's Gun, humour, Jason O'Rourke, short story, Six-word story, Vernacularisms
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Hanging up the Boots
The veterans are uniformed in dark suits with black ties; there are no medals. They sit at the back like the bad boys on the bus, chattering slightly too loudly during the minister’s opening gambit. The lads are venerated, and … Continue reading
The Selfish Gene?
“How come some people get away with it?” “Get away with what?” “They don’t suffer from unhappiness. Sure, they get pissed off every now and again when something goes wrong, but it’s temporary, a wee setback that doesn’t have any … Continue reading
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Postcards from the Edge, Part 3
Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.
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Tagged 2002 Soccer World Cup, Belfast, Cameroon, confusion, Germany, Gibraltar, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberly Inn, Kimberly Street, Literature, loyalism, Ormeau Road, racism, Sectarianism, short story, Spain Isreal, Union Flag, writing
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House Party
The house next door has been empty for around a month now. The Housing Executive haven’t got round to installing those brown perforated metal shutters over the doors and windows yet, and the place is being used as a party … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholic, Belfast, blood, cats, drugs, Housing Executive, Jackie Chan, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Road, party house, Rutland St, sash windows, short story, skinhead, USPCA, violence, writing
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Vernacularisms 