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The streets around Dalkey, County Dublin, are graced by desirable residences of the rich and famous. Though not quite so well-known, Dalkey is also home to one of the country’s last imaginary bookshops. The business has been active since 1964, though the shop itself must be closer to a hundred years old.
More often than not, you will find yourself seeking the help of the proprietor, Brian O’Nolan, who is always there, sitting in a frayed armchair surrounded by stacks of books, with his trusty cat, Myles, by his side. Though now advanced in years, and more than a little deaf, Mr. O’Nolan is known to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of everything on the shelves, as well as what has been archived upstairs.
This bookshop is a virtual Aladdin's Cave of literary gems for the keen-eyed local or casual visitor. Don’t miss it on your next cultural visit to Dalkey.
Imagined in Midjourney with additional work in Photoshop.
Not to be confused with:
The book "The Dalkey Archive", which was written by Irish author Flann O'Brien (also known as Brian O'Nolan). It is a satirical novel that features a mix of absurdist humor and metaphysical fiction. The narrative is full of references to Irish folklore, mythology, and literature, and uses a stream-of-consciousness style to convey the protagonist's thoughts and experiences.
Trillium Lake 5
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Mallard drakes swimming in the St Stephen's Green pond.
This is the first HDR photo I have taken with the iPhone 6s. Indeed it's my first with any camera.
The title is taken from the Brian O'Nolan masterpiece
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Dublín, IRLANDA 2024
The Palace Bar is one of Dublin's oldest, most beautiful, and most respected Victorian pubs, located on Fleet Street, right on the edge of the Temple Bar district.
History and Style: Opened in 1823 and bought by the Aherne family in 1946, the Palace Bar is one of the last original Victorian pubs remaining in the city, known for its high ceilings, dark wood, gilded mirrors, and largely untouched interior design.
Literary Associations: The pub is famous for its long literary tradition. During the 1940s and 50s, it was the regular haunt of Irish Times journalists and celebrated writers like Patrick Kavanagh, Brendan Behan, and Flann O'Brien. The small snug (private booth) is even rumoured to have been used by Michael Collins for meetings during the War of Independence.
Quiet Atmosphere: Unlike many Temple Bar pubs, The Palace Bar retains its traditional character by choosing not to have live music or televisions (other than for major GAA games). The focus is on conversation, debate, and craic (atmosphere).
Whiskey: The pub is widely known as an excellent whiskey bar, boasting an impressive collection of Irish whiskeys, including some of its own limited-edition bottlings.
"A wise old owl once lived in a wood, the more he heard the less he said, the less he said the more he heard, let's emulate that wise old bird."
Flann O'Brien
It's so much fun taking a piece of watercolor paper and discovering that an owl had been hiding there all the time!
105/365. Why should anyone steal a watch when he could steal a bicycle? ~ Flann O'Brien
This bicycle belongs to a friend of mine named Trent. He traveled down from Vancouver (by plane) with his bicycle because, yes, he is totally that hardcore.
This shot was taken near 21st & Mission, just underneath the big "Mission" sign.
Happy Wednesday Everyone. Nerdy folk read on:
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{update} this photo has been featured on the Flickr Blog! Woot.
The monastery of Clonmacnoise is situated in County Offaly, Ireland.
This 4-metre-high sandstone cross is one of the most skilfully executed of the surviving high crosses in Ireland, and of particular interest for its surviving inscription, which asks a prayer for Flann Sinna, King of Ireland, and Abbot Colmán who commissioned the cross. Both men were also responsible for the building of the Cathedral. The cross was carved from Clare sandstone c.900. The surface of the cross is divided into panels, showing scenes including the Crucifixion, the Last Judgement, and Christ in the Tomb.The original was moved into the visitors' centre in 1991 to preserve it from the elements; a replica stands at the original site.(Wikipedia)
Marmot @ Mount Rainer National Park
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Excerpt from www.mississauga.ca/arts-and-culture/arts/public-art/tempo...:
The Trail Commuters
“As Mississauga continues to grow at an urban scale, there is even a more pressing need for a green form of transportation. This artwork promotes alternative commuting methods and breaking daily driving habits.
Flann O’Brien’s “The Third Policeman” (1940) is one of our initial literary precedents for the transportation art installation. The novel is about people evolving into live bicycles – half-human and half-bicycles. Flann explains that as we bike, our personalities start to mix with the personalities of the bicycle – “the interchanging of the atoms”. It is incredible how the novel still rings true to this day about the human relation with not only bicycles, but other forms of commuting methods such as scooters, wheelchairs, and ambulation; you eventually become dependent on it as a primary means of transportation, especially if your city is encouraging this form by creating multiple safe trails and bikeways, such as the Lake Wabukayne Trail.
The installation shows the figures migrating from one side to another. The shadows of the figures create a second environment, mirroring the movement. By illustrating the commuter and their commuting method as one, the artwork promotes Meadowvale’s growing active transportation infrastructure.”
– Andres Bautista and Novka Ćosović
According to the annals, this church was built in around AD 909 by Flann Sinna (also known as Flann mac Máel Sechnaill) – King of Mide from AD 877 and High King of Ireland between AD 879–916 – and Colmán, the abbot of Clonmacnoise at that time. The cathedral is the largest existing pre-Romanesque church in Ireland.
Chipmunk on Mount Rainier
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Clonmacnoise place on the river Shannon is very impressive. This cross was erected for the High King Flann, who died in 914.
“The sun was in the neighbourhood also, distributing his enchantment unobtrusively, colouring the sides of things that were unalive and livening the hearts of living things.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When money's tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A pint of plain is your only man.
In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A pint of plain is your only man.
-- Flann O'Brien (Brian O'Nolan)
"The Workman's Friend"
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When money's tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A pint of plain is your only man.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A pint of plain is your only man.
In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a daring plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A pint of plain is your only man.
-- Flann O'Brien (Brian O'Nolan)
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“You're a terrible man for the blankets, said Kerrigan. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love my bed, said Byrne. She was my first friend...She will house me in my last hour and faithfully hold my cold body when I am dead. She will look bereaved when I am gone...”
― Flann O'Brien, At Swim-two-birds
A handy bicycle parked at an Irish pub in my family home town, Co.Offaly.
'.....I walked straight up to the door and looked in.
I saw, standing with his back to me, an enormous policeman.......He was standing behind a little counter in a neat whitewashed day-room; his mouth was open and he was looking in a mirror which hung upon the wall....."It's my teeth",
I heard him say ,abstractedly and half-aloud....He came over ponderously to the inside of the counter and I advanced meekly from the door until we were face to face.
"Is it about a bicycle?", he asked.
Flann O'Brien - The Third Policeman
Two books by George Ordish about the insects and other creatures that cohabit with us but remain largely unseen, Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell and The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien.
Rettenbachalm, Austria, 5.2010
"Nous étions dans un autre champ, en compagnie de vaches noires et blanches. Elles nous regardaient tranquillement passer au milieu d'elles et se tournaient avec lenteur comme pour nous montrer la cartographie de leurs flancs gras. Elles nous donnaient à entendre qu'elles nous connaissaient personnellement et en savaient long sur nos familles, et je soulevai mon chapeau devant la dernière en signe d'appréciation."
>>> Flann O'Brien.......in: Le troisième policier (1967)
But it wasn't just that we had done it, meaning not just our species, but rather that every form of life and what is called non-life had experienced it infinitely. It was the essence of life/non-life itself.
He thought Kubrick had seen it, amongst others, and put it down, communicated it. Like every idea, it was 'sense-memory' generated, and intrinsic to what it is to be, these 'deja vus', these stories we tell ourselves, our science-fictions and myths, our dreams and flying vengeful gods even. He thought that we see these things in our dreams, day or night, and some choose to put them down, to record them and pass them on. We all pass them on in one way or other, consciously or unconsciously, anyway.
There is no hierarchy there.
He held that we, all and everything, had done it a billion times before and will continue to do so billions of times more, innumerable times, even. It is simply our cycle.
Friedrich Nietzsche called it 'Eternal Recurrence'. Marcel called it 'Infrathin'. Jarry called it 'Perpetual Motion Food'.
James, of course, called it 'Finnegans Wake', and Flann O' Brien called it 'The Third Policeman'. This list could, and does, go on forever.
A bird sang a solo from nearby, a cunning blackbird
in a dark hedge giving thanks in his native language.
I listened and agreed with him completely.
--Flann O'Brien [Brian O'Nolan] (1911-1966)
Thankful thoughts for many things... and special ones for Jim's continued improvement...
Strabane, County Tyrone, Northern Ireland, UK
Working with West Cork based sculptor Holger Lönze, Graepel was involved in creating a commemorative sculpture to honour author Flann O’Brien. The sculpture is situated outside of the library in his birthplace of Strabane. The work depicts one of O’Brien’s most famous works, 'An Béal Bocht.' We used Picture-Perf to perforate images into bronze to recreate the cover of the book. The LED lighting on the inside shines through the various hole sizes creating vivid images of the book cover particularly when it gets dark. The panels used are approximately 2.8m high x 1.5m wide in 2mm thick Bronze. This unique example of the Bronze Picture-Perf sculpture will be a permanent reminder of the local author and takes pride of place in the town.
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AKA take your pick...
Flann O'Brien
Myles na gCopaleen
Myles na Gopaleen
Brother Barnabas
George Knowall
By any name, he remains most definitely, one of the great 'scientific' minds of his, or any, generation. He was, relentlessly and imaginatively (doggedly, even), the source of some great 'Irish Solutions' to troubling ideas in the field of Physics and Human Psychology.
“The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles...when a man lets things go so far that he is more than half a bicycle, you will not see him so much because he spends a lot of his time leaning with one elbow on walls or standing propped by one foot at kerbstones.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
I think of this in terms of cross-infection, or cross-contamination, even.
It is impossible not to cross-contaminate, and I suspect this is true of science too. I am sure it must be a most important area of that particular field. It is like cat's hair, it just gets everywhere, this is just an irritating fact. Abuse is the same, it is a universal. The strange thing is that it is so fertile, or could be at the roots of fertility. I would call it 'charged', like a charged particle. There we are with that irritant again, that grain of sand, that pearl-former. Sand gets everywhere too. It 'abuses' the oyster. I guess the question is about harnessing after all. How do we harness abuse? It demands that we treat it with respect, like domesticating a wild animal. There is a certain perversity in doing this, especially when this 'animal' has mauled you. But then too, it was that very mauling that made you respect it in the first place. In other words, you know what you are dealing with, you know its power. The fact that it is integral to the weave, that it is all pervasive, makes it almost impossible to tell it apart from the 'rest'.
Flann O' Brien wrote wonderfully about this cross-infection in "The Third Policeman", where the cyclist becomes part bicycle, and the bicycle part human due to constant rubbing of man atoms and the ensuant co-mingling with bike atoms during cycling. I just exchanged atoms (and hair) with a rubbing purring cat. I am now more cat-like. I might add that I really do not like cats.
"while The Third Policeman has a fantastic plot of a murderous protagonist let loose on a strange world peopled by fat policemen, played against a satire of academic debate on an eccentric philosopher, and finds time to introduce the atomic theory of the bicycle."
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My interest is in universal equality, not species equality, or not even the equality of what we call the sentient, but absolute equality of everything. I think we might have to come up with a neologism that is the reverse/obverse of anthropomorphism, a word that describes projecting the infinite onto the human as opposed to the human onto the infinite. What if we tried to make the measure of what we are infinite, instead of trying to make infinity fit our measure. When we do the latter all we seem to generate is the hero and god. Why not approach it all from the opposite direction, possibly the direction of boundless imagining?
The main difference with infinity is that it is virtually inconceivable. It even encourages us to create god to describe it.
I feel a personal need to generate and communicate more wonder.
This takes us close to a philosophy of art for art's sake, beauty for the sake of beauty itself. There is always the possibility of falling 'slack' or fetishizing so that it becomes an end in itself rather than a possible route to encourage more expansion. This would be the decline stage, the mortification of the idea (before it becomes something else).
I am not suggesting that nature and infinity are separate, I am trying to suggest the exact opposite. I am also with Michael Frayn and the notion that we create it. Not that we imaginatively create it, but it is as if infinity or the universe is the debris of us reaching outwards and changing form (and when I say 'us', I am not talking about the 'Human Animal' alone, I am talking of all that has ever 'lived', the sentient and what we have the efftontery to call the non-sentient), that all that, the known and unknown universe, is us, dissolved infinitely. As for the pruning, you also have to consider that there is no such thing as waste. It is a step at a time. When I get to this circular point, this tail-chasing, I know I have to find an image to open this up. This is one of my favourite tricks, this adding more stimulation. This can happen in other ways too: meetings, alcohol, drugs, sex, relationships, friendships, family, children, pets, whatever. The making of an image, the creation of literature, a book, the growing of a tomato plant, or whatever, just makes it all so much more tangible. I think this might be part and parcel of why other people stimulate us.
Mr Shakespeare, the one who didn't die recently of the Corona Virus, described equality in this fashion:
Hamlet: Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.
KING: Alas, alas!
Hamlet: A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King: What dost thou mean by this?
Hamlet: Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
“The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles...when a man lets things go so far that he is more than half a bicycle, you will not see him so much because he spends a lot of his time leaning with one elbow on walls or standing propped by one foot at kerbstones.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
Sooo..... I was giving flann boobies at a party for Gators MC and I said, " FINALLY, I HAVE FLANN NIPPLES!!!" and thus, FLANN NIPPLES 4 LYFE group was created. Thanks Manky!!!
2016-03-30 Portugal, Madeira - Câmara de Lobos
Portuguese name: Gaivota-de-patas-amarelas
German name: Mittelmeermöwe
Two-Waters-Sea-At-Seagull-Shore could be the title in Flann-O'Brian-style ("at-swim-two-birds" ...).
After heavy rains in the night the local stream rose to a big brown river - which right here joined to the dark blue sea.