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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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Tagged 1990, Belfast, bereavement, conflict, cruelty, depression, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, murder, paradox, psychology, psychopaths, relationships, Richard Dawkins, Sectarianism, selfish, short story, sociopaths, The Selfish Gene, The Silence of the Lambs, total melter, WP Longform, writing
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Guest Post: ‘City Isles,’ by Ceardha Morgan.
I chart the city by its parks; green islands linked by the redbrick roads. An archipelago of forty, founded by city fathers many years ago in benevolence and self interest; oases amongst the mills, factories, shipyard smoke, noise and the … Continue reading
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Tagged Alexandra Park, Belfast, Belfast Corporation, Belfast Lough, Botanic Gardens, Bowling Green, dreaming, Dunville Park, escape, Falls Park, fountain, Goliath, James Craig, Landrovers, Lost Boys, Mens sana in corpore sano, murder, nostalgia, Ormeau Park, Palm House, Samson, serenity, Spring, Summer, trees, tribes, Victoria Park, Waterworks, Woodvale Park, WP Longform
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You are my Sunshine
It‘s a beautiful spring morning, and I’m in the gloom of the bedroom getting dressed. The rest of the house is flooded with light; the large windows give uninterrupted views of Rugby Road and the Botanic Gardens; fresh budding trees, … Continue reading
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Tagged 1973, Augusto Pinochet, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Chile, Communists, denouncing neighbours, emigration, ghost story, guilt, infanticide, Jason O'Rourke, limbo, Literature, Military Coup, murder, Ormeau Road, Rugby Road, secret police, short story, Trade Unionists, Witch Hazel, writing
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Vernacularisms 