I am a drinker …

“I am a drinker with writing problems.”

Brendan Behan

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Strumpet City by James Plunkett

Life in Dublin in the early 20th century, the 1913 Lockout and the start of the great war 1914

Rashers, Toucher and a Monkey

“Education is n…

“Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.”

W. B. Yeats

St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin

November 2012 – Photograph by Yvette Hudson

The Fields of Athenry – Paddy Reilly

The Dead (short story) by James Joyce

“The Dead” is the final short story in the 1914 collection Dubliners by James Joyce. It is the longest story in the collection and is often considered the best of Joyce’s shorter works.

Dubliners by James Joyce – 15/16. The Dead, Part 1/2 (read by Tadhg)

Dubliners by James Joyce – 16/16. The Dead, Part 2/2 (read by Tadhg)

• Gabriel Conroy – The main character of the story.
• Kate Morkan and Julia Morkan – Gabriel’s aunts, elderly sisters who throw a party every year during Christmas time.
• Mary Jane Morkan – Niece of Kate and Julia Morkan.
• Lily – Maid, offended by Gabriel Conroy when he asks about her love life.
• Gretta Conroy – Gabriel’s wife.
• Molly Ivors – Colleague of Gabriel’s, very patriotic about Ireland.
• Mr. Browne – Only Protestant guest at the party.
• Freddy Malins – A drunk and friend of Gabriel.
• Bartell D’Arcy – A famous, retired, tenor.

“The play was a…

“The play was a great success but the audience was a disaster.”

- Oscar Wilde

When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When You Are Old – Read by Tom Hiddleston

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

I have found li…

“I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting, active, and sometime terrifying experience, and I’ve enjoyed it completely. A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other.”

- Séan O’Casey