Month: May, 2016

Poetry Day


A great group of poetry lovers gathered together in the library last week for Poetry Day.

I recited something assembled quickly and half-prepared, but to my relief seemed to roll off the tongue smoothly with a natural flow…

The Revolution of Everyday Life

Leaving behind old thoughts,

Old habits that don’t serve

To enlighten

The revolution of everyday life.

The blessed beatitudes

That voluntary poverty can bring;

A mind empty

Of  wants and hindrances;

Worldly thoughts that take up room,

But diminished, create

A vital space

For freedom to bloom.


Stop, Look, Listen

A visit to Michael Holly’s studio last Saturday at Uillinn, where he has taken up a four-month residency, encouraged me to look further into the planets and the part they play in our lives. Michael, who is engaging with the Skibbereen town and surrounding area landscape through a series of long walks or ‘Deep Topographies’, hosted The London Perambulator at the art centre on April 9th for Slow Art Day, the time of the impending shadow period of Mercury’s current retrograde, a time where we can all benefit from taking a closer look at situations with greater depth.


“Mercury rules anything that begins with “re”: redo, reassess, repair, repeat, redesign, or revisit. It’s always human nature to want to hear that new opportunities are coming our way, but we really do need to focus on the quality of our work and improve it to the best it can be. Often this is a better use of our time than continually chasing the newest idea. Mercury retrograde allows you to be thorough and to perfect your performance.”

“Mercury retrograde periods are like walking through glue, so they do tend to make us slow down, which at times can be a blessing.”

Inspired On An Island


ISLANDER’S REST is a bitter-sweet, affectionate tale of innocence lost, bottled-up desires and the comfort of recycling.

“The boat goes out so often it comes back drunk from the sea.”

Claudius Gentinetta played his film yesterday at The Islander’s Rest on Sherkin Island. He has been coming here on two week holidays for many years and wanted to something interesting with his time so he decided to make an animation, which became a story about the woes of growing up, learning to say goodbye, and coming to terms with death.

“A scarcely inhabited, windswept island off Ireland’s wild west coast. Life here is pretty much determined by the weather – it is a place where clouds chase the sun, delivering a natural spectacle of light and shadow on the hills. The little shop in the village has long closed its doors, and the fishing fleet has shrunk to a single boat. In the evening, the remaining islanders meet in the pub as the last ferry to the mainland leaves the jetty.”