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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."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flann_O'Brien
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.
Books L to R
Cyberspace edited by Michael L. Benedikt.
Inside I found a clipping from Viilage Voice withthis story: Phiber Optik Goes Directly to Jail by Julian Dibbel. Dibell, the author of A Rape in Cyberspace an oft-cited article on Lambdamoo which was expanded in My Tiny Life and, most recently Play Money, has been writing interestingly and entertainingly about virtual communities since the early 90's.
Basics of Left-Handed Calligraphy by Margaret Shepherd
Presidents Birthplaces, Homes and Burial Sites by Rachel M. Kochmann
Tales of Times Square by Josh Alan Friedman
The Celts by Nora Chadwick
Queen Victoria's Little Wars by Byron Farwell
Bye Bye Baby: My Tragic Love Affair with The Bay City Rollers by Caroline Sullivan
Even music critics were young once
The Kingdom in the Country by James Conaway
The History of England by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Private Lives, Public Spirit: Britain: 1870-1914 (Social Hist of Britain) by Jose Harris
Paper Moon by Joe David Brown
Originally titled Addie Pray the book from which Movie (and then, apparently, the TV series) was made
The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends and Their Meanings by Jan Harold Brunvand
Outside Lies Magic: Regaining History and Awareness in Everyday Places by John R. Stilgoe
The Reshaping of Everyday Life: 1790-1840 (Everyday Life in America) . by Jack Larkin
George Orwell: As I Please, 1943-1945 : The Collected Essays, Journalism & Letters (Collected Essays Journalism and Letters of George Orwell) by George Orwell
Spiked Boots: Sketches of the North Country by Robert E. Pike
He's a lumberjack
Just the One: The Wives and Times of Jeffrey Bernard by Graham Lord
A life of Jeffrey Bernard a frequently unwell journalist who liked a drink. Or, probably, a drinker who liked to write. His autobiography, Low Life is most entertaining, if also frightening.
The Rape of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust of World War II by Iris Chang
The Best Short Stories of Rudyard Kipling by Rudyard Kipling
All the Devils Are Here by David Seabrook
Children of the City: At Work and At Play by David Nasaw
Res Gestae Divi Augusti: The Achievements of the Divine Augustus by Augustus
The Hard Life: An Exegesis of Squalor by Flann O'Brien
Scent of Dried Roses by Tim Lott
Medieval Village by G. G. Coulton
One Night Stands by Rosa Liksom
Front Row (mugs):
The mug of the book by Françoise Sagan
“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.
Inside Grogans pub on South Wicklow Street. The pub is well known for its links to literary and artistic clientele, such as Flann O'Brien, as well as local regulars. The owner commissioned artist Katherine Lamb to produce two stained glass pieces, 'the day people' and 'the night people' capturing the characters who passed through the doors. This one represents the night people.
The 100 Best Novels
1. ATLAS SHRUGGED by Ayn Rand
2. THE FOUNTAINHEAD by Ayn Rand
3. BATTLEFIELD EARTH by L. Ron Hubbard
4. THE LORD OF THE RINGS by J.R.R. Tolkien
5. TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee
6. 1984 by George Orwell
7. ANTHEM by Ayn Rand
8. WE THE LIVING by Ayn Rand
9. MISSION EARTH by L. Ron Hubbard
10. FEAR by L. Ron Hubbard
11. ULYSSES by James Joyce
12. CATCH-22 by Joseph Heller
13. THE GREAT GATSBY by F. Scott Fitzgerald
14. DUNE by Frank Herbert
15. THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS by Robert Heinlein
16. STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND by Robert Heinlein
17. A TOWN LIKE ALICE by Nevil Shute
18. BRAVE NEW WORLD by Aldous Huxley
19. THE CATCHER IN THE RYE by J.D. Salinger
20. ANIMAL FARM by George Orwell
21. GRAVITY'S RAINBOW by Thomas Pynchon
22. THE GRAPES OF WRATH by John Steinbeck
23. SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE by Kurt Vonnegut
24. GONE WITH THE WIND by Margaret Mitchell
25. LORD OF THE FLIES by William Golding
26. SHANE by Jack Schaefer
27. TRUSTEE FROM THE TOOLROOM by Nevil Shute
28. A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY by John Irving
29. THE STAND by Stephen King
30. THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN by John Fowles
31. BELOVED by Toni Morrison
32. THE WORM OUROBOROS by E.R. Eddison
33. THE SOUND AND THE FURY by William Faulkner
34. LOLITA by Vladimir Nabokov
35. MOONHEART by Charles de Lint
36. ABSALOM, ABSALOM! by William Faulkner
37. OF HUMAN BONDAGE by W. Somerset Maugham
38. WISE BLOOD by Flannery O'Connor
39. UNDER THE VOLCANO by Malcolm Lowry
40. FIFTH BUSINESS by Robertson Davies
41. SOMEPLACE TO BE FLYING by Charles de Lint
42. ON THE ROAD by Jack Kerouac
43. HEART OF DARKNESS by Joseph Conrad
44. YARROW by Charles de Lint
45. AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS by H.P. Lovecraft
46. ONE LONELY NIGHT by Mickey Spillane
47. MEMORY AND DREAM by Charles de Lint
48. TO THE LIGHTHOUSE by Virginia Woolf
49. THE MOVIEGOER by Walker Percy
50. TRADER by Charles de Lint
51. THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY by Douglas Adams
52. THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER by Carson McCullers
53. THE HANDMAID'S TALE by Margaret Atwood
54. BLOOD MERIDIAN by Cormac McCarthy
55. A CLOCKWORK ORANGE by Anthony Burgess
56. ON THE BEACH by Nevil Shute
57. A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN by James Joyce
58. GREENMANTLE by Charles de Lint
59. ENDER'S GAME by Orson Scott Card
60. THE LITTLE COUNTRY by Charles de Lint
61. THE RECOGNITIONS by William Gaddis
62. STARSHIP TROOPERS by Robert Heinlein
63. THE SUN ALSO RISES by Ernest Hemingway
64. THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP by John Irving
65. SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES by Ray Bradbury
66. THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE by Shirley Jackson
67. AS I LAY DYING by William Faulkner
68. TROPIC OF CANCER by Henry Miller
69. INVISIBLE MAN by Ralph Ellison
70. THE WOOD WIFE by Terri Windling
71. THE MAGUS by John Fowles
72. T HE DOOR INTO SUMMER by Robert Heinlein
73. ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE by Robert Pirsig
74. I, CLAUDIUS by Robert Graves
75. THE CALL OF THE WILD by Jack London
76. AT SWIM-TWO-BIRDS by Flann O'Brien
77. FARENHEIT 451 by Ray Bradbury
78. ARROWSMITH by Sinclair Lewis
79. WATERSHIP DOWN by Richard Adams
80. NAKED LUNCH by William S. Burroughs
81. THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER by Tom Clancy
82. GUILTY PLEASURES by Laurell K. Hamilton
83. THE PUPPET MASTERS by Robert Heinlein
84. IT by Stephen King
85. V. by Thomas Pynchon
86. DOUBLE STAR by Robert Heinlein
87. CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY by Robert Heinlein
88. BRIDESHEAD REVISITED by Evelyn Waugh
89. LIGHT IN AUGUST by William Faulkner
90. ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST by Ken Kesey
91. A FAREWELL TO ARMS by Ernest Hemingway
92. THE SHELTERING SKY by Paul Bowles
93. SOMETIMES A GREAT NOTION by Ken Kesey
94. MY ANTONIA by Willa Cather
95. MULENGRO by Charles de Lint
96. SUTTREE by Cormac McCarthy
97. MYTHAGO WOOD by Robert Holdstock
98. ILLUSIONS by Richard Bach
99. THE CUNNING MAN by Robertson Davies
100. THE SATANIC VERSES by Salman Rushdie
“Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.”
― Flann O'Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds
Schauspieler: Obachloser in der Lindenstraße TV Serie.
Schriftsteller Übersetzer Autor Vorleser Actor
Hier mit "Karl Marx Matte" (H.Rowohlt).
Kurzhaar mit Bart trug er auch.
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Raw Foto - morgens um sieben - aus der Zeitung - auf dem Balkon
Mit Kamera Tool NEF Converter editiert.
EffiArt - Foto Orginal mit Brille : Laif
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Übersetzer, Autor, Vorleser, Whisky-Genießer - und Schauspieler: Harry Rowohlt wird für vieles in Erinnerung bleiben, die stärksten Bilder stammen aber aus der Flimmerkiste.
Mit der Übertragung von Flann O'Briens Roman "Auf-Schwimmen-zwei-Vögel" ins Deutsche hat Rowohlt sich einen Namen gemacht. In der Filmadaption vom Werk seines Lieblingsautors spielte er 1997 dann selbst den altirische Barden Finn Mac Cool - pelzumwickelte Waden und Langschwert inklusive.
Das sagenumwobene "breitere Publikum" erreichte er mit seinen Auftritten durch das Fernseh in der Vorabendserie Lindenstraße: Seit 1995 war er am unteren Ende der Straße unterwegs, als Penner Henry.
Er selbst hat laut ARD um die Rolle eines Obdachlosen gebeten, "weil das die einzige Randgruppe ist, die bisher in der Lindenstraße etwas stiefmütterlich behandelt wurde", soll er gesagt haben. "Und außerdem brauche ich dafür nicht viel Maske."
Die höchste Ehre für ältere Bartträger in Film und Fernsehen: Den Weihnachtsmann spielen für eine putzige kleine Familie.
Im echten Leben außerhalb der Filmstadt-Straßen nutzte er seine Penner-Prominenz aber auch, zum Beispiel für Sozialprojekte von Bahnofsmissionen und ähnlichen Einrichtungen.
Die letzte Penner-Harry-Lindenstraße lief am 18. August 2013 in Folge 1443 ("Alarmzeichen"). Nun ist er im Alter von 70 Jahren gestorben.
RIP
Requiescat in pace!
Et lux perpetua luceat ei.
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May everlasting light shine upon him.
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www.zeit.de/kultur/literatur/2015-06/harry-rowohlt-nachruf-1
McDaid's is on Harry Street, just off Grafton Street. It's straight across the road from Bruxelles and Phil Lynott. It was one of several pubs in the area frequented by Brendan Behan, Patrick Kavanagh, and Flann O'Brienand apparently was also the unofficial headquarters of Envoy magazine. The then US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton popped in fora drink in 2009; her visit is marked by a photo on the wall.
I had meant to take a few shots of my little leprachaun for St. Patrick's Day, but didn't get around to it. Better late than never and what better way to celebrate the Irish win yesterday at Cardiff Millennium Stadium! Congrats to Brian O'Driscoll and his team for their Six Nations Championship and Grand Slam wins!
The Workman's Friend
by Flann O'Brien
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.
Target: a book a week... 52 weeks... 54 books... damn it, that's more than a book a week. Better luck next time?
The Country of the Blind and other selected stories H.G. Wells
The Devil's Doctor Philip Ball
Three Hearts and Three Lions Poul Anderson
The Master and Margarita Mikhail Bulgakov
Wild Minds Marc Hauser
Excession Iain M. Banks
The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell Aldous Huxley
At Swim-Two-Birds Flann O'Brien
The Return Joseph Conrad
Odd and the Frost Giants Neil Gaiman
Gravity's Rainbow Thomas Pynchon
Elric Michael Moorcock
The Bible: The Biography Karen Armstrong
The Treasure Chest: Unexpected Reunion and Other Stories Johann Peter Hebel (trans. John Hibberd)
Red Harvest Dashiell Hammett
Utopia Thomas More
A Modern Utopia H.G. Wells
The Drowned World J.G. Ballard
Praise of Folly Desiderius Erasmus (trans. Roger Clarke)
Chaos James Gleick
A Journal of the Plague Year Daniel Defoe
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass Lewis Carroll
The Decameron Giovanni Boccaccio (trans. George Henry McWilliam)
The Honoured Society Norman Lewis
The Prince Machiavelli (trans. George Bull)
Journey to the Centre of the Earth Jules Verne
The World Without Us Alan Weisman
The Dragon Waiting John M. Ford
Why beauty is truth: a history of symmetry Ian Stewart
Faust, Part One Goethe (trans. David Luke)
A study in scarlet Arthur Conan Doyle
First among sequels Jasper Fforde
My Name is Red Orhan Pamuk (trans. Erdag Goknar)
Possession A.S. Byatt
Non-stop Brian Aldiss
Best and Edwards Gordon Burn
Byzantium Judith Herrin
A Little History of the English Country Church Roy Strong
Trouble with Lichen John Wyndham
The Invisible Man H.G. Wells
Born Standing Up Steve Martin
Born Yesterday Gordon Burn
Gwen John: A Life Sue Roe
A Journey around my Room Xavier De Maistre (trans. Andrew Brown)
Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen
Night Work Thomas Glavinic (trans. John Brownjohn)
St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves Karen Russell
Bad Science Ben Goldacre
The Moonstone Wilkie Collins
The Mabinogion trans. Sioned Davies
Proust and the Squid Maryanne Wolf
Pocket Money Gordon Burn
Ubik Philip K. Dick
Chess: A Novel Stefan Zweig (trans. Anthea Bell)
JEAN GENET wunder der rose
JEAN GENET tagebuch eines diebes
JEAN GENET querelle
ROBERT ANTON WILSON die illuminatus papiere
ARTHUR C CLARKE 2001-odyssee im weltraum
WILLIAM GOLDING lord of the flies (engl.)
EDWARD D WOOD JR killer in drag (engl.)
JACK KEROUAC on the road (engl.)
JACK KEROUAC traumtagebuch
JOHN DOS PASSOS manhattan transfer
MICHEL HOUELLEBEQ ausweitung der kampfzone
MICHEL HOUELLEBEQ plattform
WILL SELF spass
T C BOYLE wassermusik
THOMAS PYNCHON die enden der parabeln
STEN NADOLNY die entdeckung der langsamkeit
electroboy
WEEKS / JAMES exzentriker
R K SIEGEL halluzinationen
RAY SHELL vereist
SCHMIDT / GUTMANN 23
CRIMETHINC evasion
DANIEL QUINN ismael
JAMES REDFIELD die zehnte prophezeiung von celestine
PFEIFER / BRÄUMER die zerrissenen seele
MARIE SISSY LABRECHE borderline
OTTO BENKERT psychopharmaka
FRANZ WERFEL eine blassblaue frauenschrift
MARK TWAIN der mann der hadleyburg korrumpierte
NIKOLAI GOGOL der mantel / die nase
PAUL ZECH deutschland dein tänzer ist der tod
HENRY KEILSON das leben geht weiter
B TRAVEN das totenschiff
BANANA YOSHIMOTO kitchen
BANANA YOSHIMOTO amrita (engl.)
BANANA YOSHIMOTO tsugumi
BANANA YOSHIMOTO n.p.
PAOLO COELHO der dämon und fräulein prym
PAOLO COELHO bekenntnisse eines suchenden
PAOLO COELHO der fünfte berg
PAOLO COELHO auf dem jakobsweg
PAOLO COELHO am ufer des rio pieldra saß ich und weinte
PAOLO COELHO elf minuten
PAOLO COELHO der alchimist
PAOLO COELHO handbuch der krieger des lichts
PETER SLOTERDIJK kritik der zynischen vernunft 1
PETER SLOTERDIJK kritik der zynischen vernunft 2
JAMES JOYCE ulysses
FREDERIC BEIGBEDER 39,90
FREDERIC BEIGBEDER letzte inventur vor dem ausverkauf
CHRISTIAN KRACHT 1979
CHRISTIAN KRACHT / ECKART NICKEL ferien für immer
GIUSEPPE CULLICCHIA kommt gut
GIUSEPPE CULLICCHIA blablabla
JEROME D SALINGER the catcher in the rye (engl.)
JEROME D SALINGER der fänger im roggen
ERICH KÄSTNER fabian
UMBERTO ECO das foucaultsche pendel
UMBERTO ECO das foucaultsche pendel (gebunden)
the penguin book of zen poetry
P.M. weltgeist superstar
P.M. bolo bolo
ANTONIC / WALDMANN hongkong
ODON VON HORVATH jugend ohne gott
ALEX GARLAND der strand<br<
KLAUS MANN mephisto
ANTHONY BURGESS uhrwerk orange
ANTHONY BURGESS 1985
WILLIAM S BURROUGHS nova express
jesus
buddah
LAO TSE tao te king
C C YUAN tao, zen und schöpferische kraft
HELMUT WILHELM sinn des i ging
DSUANG DSI das wahre buch vom südlichen blütenland
das totenbuch der tibeter
JOACHIM GNEIST wenn haß und liebe sich umarmen
EWALD RAHN borderline
HAND PETER RÖHR weg aus dem chaos
JEAN COCTEAU opium
JEAN COCTEAU das blut eines dichters / die schöne und das tier / orphee
JEAN COCTEAU das berufsgeheimnis
JEAN COCTEAU die schwierigkeit zu sein
OLIVER STONE night dream
HARUKI MURAKAMI mister aufziehvogel
HARUKI MURAKAMI tanz mit dem schafsmann
F SEIDEL-PIELEN krieg in den städten
HAKIM BEY temporäre autonome zone
HEINZ HUG kropotkin
MICHAEL BAKUNIN ich
was ist eigentlich anarchie
BOMMI BAUMANN wie alles anfing
EDGAR WIND kunst und anarchie
102 gravuren zu justine und juliette von DAF de sade
CELSUS gegen die christen
SENECA von der seelenruhe
PLATON mit den augen des geistes
GEORG LUKACS die reaktionäre ideologie
GILLES DELEUZE logik des sinns
CLAUDE LEVI STRAUSS traurige tropen
PAUS grenzerfahrung tod
ERICH FROMM haben oder sein
SIGMUND FREUD die traumdeutung
C G JUNG bewusstes und unbewusstes
MICHEL FOUCAULT sexualität und wahrheit
CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA meditation in action
quellen jüdischer weisheit
EZRA POUND dichtung und prosa
STEFAN ZWEIG schachnovelle
ANGELUS SILESIUS der cherubinische wandersmann
WILLIAM BURROUGHS junkie yage naked lunch nova express
GRAHAM CAVENEY gentleman junkie (burroughs)(gebunden)
STEVE TURNER angel headed hipster (kerouac) (gebunden)
GRAHAM CHAPMAN a liar´s autobiography
DENNIS WILSON the real beach boy
GEORGE MARTIN summer of love (beatles) (gebunden)
JOHN L ORR points of origin - playing with fire
MICHAEL MOYNIHAN lords of chaos - black metal
JÜGEN DEPPE / ODEM on the run - graffiti jugend
SYLVIA GREEN-MESCHKE gegendarstellung zum fall barschel
NOAM CHOMSKY the attack
JULIEN PALACIOS lost in the woods (syd barrett)
dear boy: the life of KEITH MOON (the who)
JACK KEROUAC on the road (engl.)
HUNTER S THOMPSON fear and loathing in las vegas (deutsch)(gebunden)
HUNTER S THOMPSON fear and loathing in america (engl.)
HUNTER S THOMPSON fear and loathing on the campaign trail (engl.)
HUNTER S THOMPSON better than sex (engl.)
HUNTER S THOMPSON hells angels (engl.)
HUNTER S THOMPSON generation of swine (engl.)
JEAN GENET notre dame des fleurs (gebunden)
LAWRENCE DURRELL justine (gebunden)
JACK LONDON könig alkohol (gebunden)
OSCAR WILDE das bildnis des dorian gray (gebunden)
JULIAN GREEN leviathan (gebunden)
ALBERT CAMUS der fall (gebunden)
ALBERT CAMUS der fremde (gebunden)
HERMANN HESSE roßhalde (gebunden)
HERMANN HESSE die morgenlandfahrt (gebunden)
HERMANN HESSE der steppenwolf (gebunden)
GRACILIANO RAMOS angst
RAYMOND QUENEAU stilübungen (gebunden)
ANDRE GIDE paludes (gebunden)
MAX FRISCH homo faber (gebunden)
FLANN O BRIEN aus dalkeys archiven (gebunden)
SYLVIA PLATH ariel (gebunden)
SYLVIA PLATH die glasglocke (gebunden)
JEAN COCTEAU kinder der nacht (gebunden)
PAUL NIZON stolz (gebunden)
MAO TES TUNG 39 gedichte (gebunden)
WALKER PERCY der kinogeher (gebunden)
RAYMOND RADIGUET den teufel im leib (gebunden)
ALAIN-FOURNIER der große meaulnes (gebunden)
ERNST BLOCH spuren (gebunden)
HERBERT MARCUSE triebstrukturen (gebunden)
JAMES JOYCE dubliner (gebunden)
WILLIAM FAULKNER wilde palmen (gebunden)
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Image prise sur le nouveau port de Copenhague, ces façades colorées attirent les promeneurs à flanner le long des quais.
This plaque is one of six on the 'Old Water Wall Memorial' at The Bowling Green, Strabane, highlighting sone of Strabane's famous sons and daughters.
The plaque reads;
"Brian O'Nolan
1911 - 1966
Writer
Born in Bowling Green, Strabane into a Gaelic speaking family Brian graduated fron University College, Dublin after a brilliant career as a student, editing a magazine called 'Blather'. He rose to a senior position in the civil service but eventually resigned to become a full time writer. He made a lasting impression on the Dublin literary scene writing for the Irish Times as Myles Na Gopaleen. As Flann O'Brien he wrote many internationally acclaimed novels such as 'The Third Policeman'."
Ciarán Ó Nualláin's The Early Life of Brian O'Nolan - Flann O'Brian - Myles na gCopaleen tells us of one family fortean event, at a rented house in Strabane, Co. Tyrone around 1917.
'There was a ghost in the house - a poltergeist. As I cannot make any judgment on the matter I will simply record the facts. My mother and my sister Roisin, who was about four years old, slept upstairs in the high part of the house. Brian, Gearoid, myself and another brother - that was the extent of the family at that time - slept downstairs in the front part of the house. We heard nothing unusual and were told nothing of the strange events that occurred until long afterwards.
'I do not know how soon it was after our arrival that my mother first became aware of the ghost, but it was not long before she asked her sister, our aunt Teresa, to come and sleep in our house. Mother was afraid to be by herself at night without another adult for company [The O'Nolan's father was a customs and excise official, and spent much time travelling]. Aunt Teresa would come to our house every night after she closed the shop she managed in Market Street. What form did the haunting take? I simply repeat the story as I often heard it from my mother and my aunt:
"You would waken in the darkness, knowing that something had just woken you. You would be there waiting - full of anticipation. Presently, you would hear the sash of a window being pulled up roughly, even though you knew all the windows were closed and locked. Then the sound of a small iron ball being rolled across the bedroom floor. This would be followed by the sound of something heavy falling down the stairs making massive thumps."
'Things used to happen during the day, too. Occasionally if my mother was in the drawing-room she would hear a great commotion coming from the kitchen as though a couple of hens had come indoors and were flying about. On going to the kitchen to investigate she would find nothing. There would be no hens near the door - indeed the door itself would often be closed. On other occasions she would find everything from the mantelpiece in the drawing-room thrown onto the floor.
'Aunt Teresa used to come up from town at about eight o'clock. Usually she'd come in the back door. An odd night my mother would hear her step on the gravel at the side of the house but she would not come in. Again, on going to the kitchen, my mother would find nobody there. Half an hour later she would hear the step again and Teresa would appear.
'There was a room in the house that was locked - the landlord neither supplied a key nor said why it was locked. It was a small room close to the kitchen, and you could see into it through a window on the outside of the house. The window was high up in the wall and had iron bars on it, as did all the lower windows except for a few at the front of the house. I remember a day - it must have been after a bad night's visitation by the ghost - when my mother took a kitchen chair and stood on it to look into the room. Later, we copied her as children do, without knowing why. I could see nothing through the window other than a piece of shelf and the floor.
'Uncle Peter, a Carmelite from Aungier Street in Dublin, visited us and was asked to say Mass in the house. He did and I remember the occasion very well because I had to learn the Latin responses so that I could serve the Mass. The Mass was celebrated in the drawing-room.
'There was another odd thing about our haunted house in Strabane. My mother had a clutch of hens with a hen-house near the house itself. Foot nor claw would any of those hens put inside that hen-house. I often tried to coax them into the house with no success - they refused to shelter in it at night. Instead they flew up into the trees at the side of the house and roosted there. Nights of hard frost or strong gales made no difference - they elected to roost in the trees.'
Utata Iron Photography 173
1. Something with a handle
2. Something with texture
3. Near and Far
ODC April 24 - Invention
flickrBingo2 Week 1 I21 - Bicycle as Art (Not on card)
"Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world." ~Grant Petersen
“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 I sort of look pregnant here. At least from the thumbnail.
That fact & this song inspired the title - I've been listening to it on repeat a lot, Flann once made me a mixed tape with it & I only looked it up properly the other week, give it a listen - www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRP6egIEABk
I'm a month away from finishing my degree. One month, and so much to finish. And not just to finish, sure wouldnt it be great if it was actually good as well? If it was actually something I could be proud of, yep that would be swell.
In the spirit of what Im terming 'positive procrastination' of course because I've so much I should be doing, I'm doing everything else as well. Like for instance I started the C25K running programme - from your Couch to running 5K is the tagline! And I am very much just off the couch, very unfit, but I'm on week 3 so thats something! Of course its completely distracting but then thats why I like it...
My dress looks like its covered in dandylion bits.
Theres a road sign for the M50 in the background.
The thumbnail looks like a maternity advert.
Brian O'nolan (Flann O'brien)
by Brian Keating ANCAD
Original ink drawing.
Dimensions, 15 × 21 cm (unframed) / 12.5 × 14 cm (actual image size)
Brian O’Nolan (5 October 1911 – 1 April 1966) was an Irish novelist, playwright and satirist, considered a major figure in twentieth century Irish literature. Born in Strabane, County Tyrone, he is regarded as a key figure in postmodern literature. His English language novels, such as At Swim-Two-Birds, and The Third Policeman, were written under the nom de plume Flann O’Brien. His many satirical columns in The Irish Times and an Irish language novel An Béal Bocht were written under the name Myles na gCopaleen.
O’Nolan’s novels have attracted a wide following for their bizarre humour and modernist metafiction.
www.contemporary-artists.co.uk/paintings/brian-onolan-fla...
Contemporary Artists
Dalkey is steeped in the arts. It is the original hometown of three well-known Irish writers: novelists Maeve Binchy and playwright Hugh Leonard. It is also the setting for Flann O'Brien's novel The Dalkey Archive. In recent years several well-known Irish and international music figures — including U2 members Bono and The Edge, Enya, Chris de Burgh and Van Morrison — have bought residences in the area. Film director Neil Jordan lives in the town.
Pat Kenny (former host of RTE's flagship chat show The Late Late Show )is a resident. Current host of The Late Late Show Ryan Tubridy also lives in the area.
Formula One drivers Damon Hill and Eddie Irvine, are former residents as are singers Lisa Stansfield and Jim Kerr.
James Joyce and George Bernard Shaw also have close associations with the area. Shaw lived in Torca Cottage on Dalkey Hill from 1866 to 1874 and Joyce lived in The Joyce Tower in Sandycove for a time and set the first chapter of his masterpiece, Ulysses, there.
The Cross of the Scriptures at the monastery of Clonmacnoise.
This 4-metre (12 ft) high sandstone cross is one of the most skillfully executed of the surviving high crosses in Ireland, and of particular interest for its surviving inscription, which asks a prayer for Flann, King of Ireland, and Colmán who made the cross, both individuals who were also responsible for the building of the Cathedral.
The cross was carved from a single piece of sandstone around the year 900. The surface of the cross has been divided into panels, showing scenes including the Crucifixion, the Last Judgement, and Christ in the Tomb. While the original one has been moved into the visitors centre, this photo shows a replica that now stands outdoors in the original's place.
Brian O'Nolan was born at 17 Bowling Green, Strabane, Co. Tyrone on 5 October 1911. He was educated at Blackrock College and University College Dublin where he started his literary career by contributing to the UCD magazine Comhthrom Féinne under the names of Brother Barnabas and Count O'Blather.
O'Nolan joined the Civil Service in 1935 where he worked in town planning, retiring in 1953. The Irish Civil Service prohibited the writing of articles and letters on current affairs so he used a variety of pseudonyms writing satirical letters to newspapers, sometimes criticising his own letters using different names.
His novels were published under the pseudonym Flann O'Brien. His first one, At Swim - Two Birds, published in 1939 is regarded as a masterpiece. The Third Policeman written in 1939-40 was published posthumously. Other works include The Hard Life, 1961, The Dalkey Archive, 1965. An Bheal Bocht written in Irish in 1941 and translated into English in 1973 as The Poor Mouth. He wrote two plays Thirst and Faustus Kelly which was produced in the Abbey Theatre in 1943.
Using the pseudonym Myles na gCopaleen (Myles of the Little Horses) he wrote a column for the Irish Times under the title Cruiskeen Lawn. The column first appeared on 4 October 1940, continuing right up the time of his death, in hospital in Dublin on 1 April 1966.
Flann O'Brien is considered a major figure in twentieth century Irish literature. The British writer Anthony Burgess said that, "If we don't cherish the work of Flann O'Brien we are stupid fools who don't deserve to have great men. Flann O'Brien is a very great man." Burgess included At Swim-Two-Birds on his list of 99 Great Novels.
Quotes
The majority of the members of the Irish Parliament are professional politicians, in the sense that otherwise they would not be given jobs minding mice at crossroads
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
"The Dubliner Bus Tour:
Dublin skies are as wet and grey as they come, so why not join the Mac Brides on their comfy, custom-built bus for some dry Dublin wit, stopping off at a few choice locations to enjoy the craic and colour of the old town.
Hear about the louts, legends, poets and paupers that once walked this city’s streets.
You'll be gobsmacked by the things you'll hear!
You can Count on your hosts for the best kept secrets. Who was Bram Stoker? And what (or who) inspired Dracula?
Oh, you're in for a Wilde night with this pair, alright. Oscar-worthy storytelling, and they promise that in Earnest.
From Brendan Behan to Sean O'Casey, Flann O'Brien to James Joyce. What was it about this place that inspired so many literary giants?
Let them acquaint you with the likes of:
Bang Bang! Dublin's very own pocket-shootin' cowboy Zozimus, the blind bard of the Liberties Mary Fagan, the madam from the Monto.
Meet the locals, hear their stories and live the legend that is Dublin on this custom built tour bus. "
www.hiddendublinwalks.com/the-dubliner-bus-tour.php
This is former Dublin Bus Olympian RV 532
Dalkey is steeped in the arts. It is the original hometown of three well-known Irish writers: novelists Maeve Binchy and playwright Hugh Leonard. It is also the setting for Flann O'Brien's novel The Dalkey Archive. In recent years several well-known Irish and international music figures — including U2 members Bono and The Edge, Enya, Chris de Burgh and Van Morrison — have bought residences in the area. Film director Neil Jordan lives in the town.
Pat Kenny (former host of RTE's flagship chat show The Late Late Show )is a resident. Current host of The Late Late Show Ryan Tubridy also lives in the area.
Formula One drivers Damon Hill and Eddie Irvine, are former residents as are singers Lisa Stansfield and Jim Kerr.
James Joyce and George Bernard Shaw also have close associations with the area. Shaw lived in Torca Cottage on Dalkey Hill from 1866 to 1874 and Joyce lived in The Joyce Tower in Sandycove for a time and set the first chapter of his masterpiece, Ulysses, there.
This sandstone cross is one of the most skillfully 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 Judgment, and Christ in the Tomb. The original has been moved into the Clanmacnoise visitors' centre.
Founded between 545 and 548 by St. Ciaran (one of the Twelve Apostles of Ireland), this was once one of Ireland’s most important religious, artistic, and literary centers, a place of pilgrimage, craftsmanship, and culture. Many famous manuscripts were written here. The site includes the ruins of a cathedral, seven churches (10th -13th century), two round towers, three high crosses and the largest collection of Early Christian graveslabs in Western Europe.
James Clarence Mangan [1 May 1803, Dublin – 20 June 1849] was an Irish poet.
Mangan's poetry fits into a variety of literary traditions. Most obviously, and frequently, his work is read alongside the political writings of Irish Nationalists like John Mitchel as they appear in newspapers like The Nation, and the United Irishman, or as a manifestation of the Irish Cultural Revival. Indeed, it is hard not to acknowledge Mangan's debts to translators and collectors of traditional Irish poetry such as Samuel Ferguson and James Hardiman; many of Mangan's poems, such as "Dark Roseleen" appear to be adaptations of their earlier translations rather a completely original production.
Mangan is also frequently read as a Romantic poet. In particular, he is compared to Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Thomas De Quincey, largely thanks to his rumored opium addiction and tendency to place his writings within the frame of a vision or dream.
More recently, critics have begun to read Mangan's work as a precursor to Modernist and Postmodernist experimental writing. His playful literary hoaxes and fake translations (which he referred to as "reverse plagiarism") have been seen as a direct precursor to the works of the Irish author and newspaper columnist Flann O'Brien.
"The Dubliner Bus Tour:
Dublin skies are as wet and grey as they come, so why not join the Mac Brides on their comfy, custom-built bus for some dry Dublin wit, stopping off at a few choice locations to enjoy the craic and colour of the old town.
Hear about the louts, legends, poets and paupers that once walked this city’s streets.
You'll be gobsmacked by the things you'll hear!
You can Count on your hosts for the best kept secrets. Who was Bram Stoker? And what (or who) inspired Dracula?
Oh, you're in for a Wilde night with this pair, alright. Oscar-worthy storytelling, and they promise that in Earnest.
From Brendan Behan to Sean O'Casey, Flann O'Brien to James Joyce. What was it about this place that inspired so many literary giants?
Let them acquaint you with the likes of:
Bang Bang! Dublin's very own pocket-shootin' cowboy Zozimus, the blind bard of the Liberties Mary Fagan, the madam from the Monto.
Meet the locals, hear their stories and live the legend that is Dublin on this custom built tour bus. "
www.hiddendublinwalks.com/the-dubliner-bus-tour.php
This is former Dublin Bus Olympian RV 532
The Term Morph Is Inappropriate
As if we didn’t know, we asked a solitary roadside birder, “Looking for something?”
“The Gyrfalcon.”
“Have you seen it?”
“No.”
“Why isn’t anybody else looking?”
“They’re all at Grace Lake, waiting and hoping.”
Well, Maggie and I spent a little time in the parking lot overlooking Grace Lake from the southwest side. There were gulls: Herrings, Ring-bills and Lesser Black-backs, as well as some Canadas, Mallards and Common Mergs, but no falcon, just distant birders standing with their scopes on the east side of the lake.
A falcon of the tundra, one that perches on the ground or on low human-made objects, needs extensive unobstructed views, a place with wide open spaces, low-cut grass. So we went to the airport.
It was about 3:20 PM. We couldn’t ask for better timing. On the airport’s south side, we immediately drove up to a juvenile Gyrfalcon, a brown bird, perched on the snow not more than 50-60 feet from the road. Though the direction of light was almost just right, photography was not ideal. The falcon was on the other side of the airport’s chain-linked fence. Nevertheless, my camera knew what it had to do.
Seemingly indifferent to us, the Gyr was leaning over, using its beak to clean its toes, followed by facial combing with its talons. Afterwards it gazed in all directions as though seeking something, perhaps out of hunger. Then lifting its wings, it took to the air, keeping just a few feet above the ground and was quickly lost in the airport’s distant expanse of snow shadow and glare--my fourth Gyr in southeast Michigan, my ninth in the State as of today, 16 November 2019.
Alan
Tom J. Cade (1928-2019, a world renowned conservationist and co-founder of the Peregrine Fund, had this to say: “In the old literature naturalists wrote about white, grey and black ‘color phases’ of the gyrfalcon and even different species of gyrs. In fact, the different plumage types grade imperceptibly into one another, with every kind of intermediate condition represented in different individuals. . . . The Ungava region of northern Quebec is especially interesting as the whitest and blackest varieties breed together in the same area along with every kind of grey intermediate. (p. 76, The Falcons of the World, 1980).”
Eugene Potapov, assistant professor, Bryn Athyn College, is a raptor specialist and the notable author of The Gyrfalcon 2005, a definitive work: “Cade et al quite rightly state that . . . the Gyrfalcon has complete gradation rendering the term ‘morph’ inappropriate (p. 23).”
“Gyrfalcons also have shades of brown and gray in their feathers, and worn plumage may be tan-brown; Gyrs may or may not have a barred tail and moustachial stripes (p. 47).
“. . . some authors classify the birds on the basis of their background color (Cade et al. 1998). Gray form can then be a bird with gray color in the background or bird with a white background but with a lot of dark gray or brown streaks, spots or bars. The degree of the coverage of these spots can then divide the white and gray morphs. As a consequence, it is often difficult to classify Gyrs with excessive numbers or spots and a true white background ( p. 47)
“. . . Palmer (1988) considered that the division of the Gyrfalcons ‘into two or three color morphs . . . is misleading, and ‘any attempt to categorize Gyrs is subjective’, ‘because of variations from nearly (entirely?) white to almost or entirely black. Flann (2003) suggested that the Gyrfalcon has ‘continuous polymorphism’ and so does not have morphs (p.47).
“Another process is the coloration of the background, which may perhaps be independent of, but is parallel with, the variation in coloration and size of dark spots. So, . . . we have two axes of variation in coloration. One is the color as such, including both the color of the background and the color of dark spots. The second axis is the size and pattern of the dark/light spots. Interestingly, there have been no attempts to analyze this two-dimensional variation using objective criteria. In the following section we make an attempt to measure Gyrfalcon colors using a new approach (p. 47).”
To those who wish to pursue this new approach to the color patterns of the Gyrfalcon, I suggest read Potapov’s book.
In case you wonder what kind of subject the master of A.R.T. (Advanced Rorschach Technology) Dr. debilis causa mett wurst Onkel Wart, is currently researching -- here it is:
The application of "de Selby's" teachings to psychoanalysis! The image above is a photograph of the first product to reach a stable state! It is meant to aid the wearer in breathing "black air" (see below).
To quote de Selby:
"Human existence being an hallucination containing in itself the secondary hallucinations of day and night (the latter an insanitary condition of the atmosphere due to accretions of black air) it ill becomes any man of sense to be concerned at the illusory approach of the supreme hallucination known as death"
Further knowledge of de Selby's teachings may be gained by reading the works of Flann O'Brien (for example The Third Policeman)
As de Selby observes, the apple tree and the bicycle will exchange molecules and each will become more like the other.
Bowling Green, Strabane
In case you aren't sure, Brian O'Nolan, Myles Na Gopaleen and Flann O'Brien were one and the same person - Brian was his given name and Myles/Flann were psyeudonyms for his writing.
Ciarán Ó Nualláin's The Early Life of Brian O'Nolan - Flann O'Brian - Myles na gCopaleen tells us of one family fortean event, at a rented house in Strabane, Co. Tyrone around 1917.
'There was a ghost in the house - a poltergeist. As I cannot make any judgment on the matter I will simply record the facts. My mother and my sister Roisin, who was about four years old, slept upstairs in the high part of the house. Brian, Gearoid, myself and another brother - that was the extent of the family at that time - slept downstairs in the front part of the house. We heard nothing unusual and were told nothing of the strange events that occurred until long afterwards.
'I do not know how soon it was after our arrival that my mother first became aware of the ghost, but it was not long before she asked her sister, our aunt Teresa, to come and sleep in our house. Mother was afraid to be by herself at night without another adult for company [The O'Nolan's father was a customs and excise official, and spent much time travelling]. Aunt Teresa would come to our house every night after she closed the shop she managed in Market Street. What form did the haunting take? I simply repeat the story as I often heard it from my mother and my aunt:
"You would waken in the darkness, knowing that something had just woken you. You would be there waiting - full of anticipation. Presently, you would hear the sash of a window being pulled up roughly, even though you knew all the windows were closed and locked. Then the sound of a small iron ball being rolled across the bedroom floor. This would be followed by the sound of something heavy falling down the stairs making massive thumps."
'Things used to happen during the day, too. Occasionally if my mother was in the drawing-room she would hear a great commotion coming from the kitchen as though a couple of hens had come indoors and were flying about. On going to the kitchen to investigate she would find nothing. There would be no hens near the door - indeed the door itself would often be closed. On other occasions she would find everything from the mantelpiece in the drawing-room thrown onto the floor.
'Aunt Teresa used to come up from town at about eight o'clock. Usually she'd come in the back door. An odd night my mother would hear her step on the gravel at the side of the house but she would not come in. Again, on going to the kitchen, my mother would find nobody there. Half an hour later she would hear the step again and Teresa would appear.
'There was a room in the house that was locked - the landlord neither supplied a key nor said why it was locked. It was a small room close to the kitchen, and you could see into it through a window on the outside of the house. The window was high up in the wall and had iron bars on it, as did all the lower windows except for a few at the front of the house. I remember a day - it must have been after a bad night's visitation by the ghost - when my mother took a kitchen chair and stood on it to look into the room. Later, we copied her as children do, without knowing why. I could see nothing through the window other than a piece of shelf and the floor.
'Uncle Peter, a Carmelite from Aungier Street in Dublin, visited us and was asked to say Mass in the house. He did and I remember the occasion very well because I had to learn the Latin responses so that I could serve the Mass. The Mass was celebrated in the drawing-room.
'There was another odd thing about our haunted house in Strabane. My mother had a clutch of hens with a hen-house near the house itself. Foot nor claw would any of those hens put inside that hen-house. I often tried to coax them into the house with no success - they refused to shelter in it at night. Instead they flew up into the trees at the side of the house and roosted there. Nights of hard frost or strong gales made no difference - they elected to roost in the trees.'
Dalkey is steeped in the arts. It is the original hometown of three well-known Irish writers: novelists Maeve Binchy and playwright Hugh Leonard. It is also the setting for Flann O'Brien's novel The Dalkey Archive. In recent years several well-known Irish and international music figures — including U2 members Bono and The Edge, Enya, Chris de Burgh and Van Morrison — have bought residences in the area. Film director Neil Jordan lives in the town.
Pat Kenny (former host of RTE's flagship chat show The Late Late Show )is a resident. Current host of The Late Late Show Ryan Tubridy also lives in the area.
Formula One drivers Damon Hill and Eddie Irvine, are former residents as are singers Lisa Stansfield and Jim Kerr.
James Joyce and George Bernard Shaw also have close associations with the area. Shaw lived in Torca Cottage on Dalkey Hill from 1866 to 1874 and Joyce lived in The Joyce Tower in Sandycove for a time and set the first chapter of his masterpiece, Ulysses, there.
Sand sculpture - 'At swim - two birds' by Flann O'Brien
Fergus Mulvany, sculptor - Dutháin Dealbh ( it means 'Fleeting Sculpture' in Irish). Theme - Irish Literature.
Location: Dublin Castle, Ireland. 2007
(Flann & Projector on my kitchen floor, circa 3am)
I just liked the idea of trying to create something a little leud/racy, but with just one person by themselves doing nothing but innocuously scratching their shoulder...
"L'esistenza umana è un'allucinazione che contiene in sé la secondaria allucinazione del giorno e della notte e la suprema allucinazione che è conosciuta col nome di morte".
“Il terzo poliziotto” è il micidiale capolavoro letterario dello scrittore irlandese Flann O'Brien. La premessa è che l'uso degli oggetti provochi una compenetrazione materica a livello atomico con gli umani al punto che i poliziotti del Novecento che usavano la bicicletta come mezzo di pattuglia progressivamente si trasformano in velocipedi.
Forse che "Il terzo poliziotto" è un romanzo di metamorfosi o metafore? No, è soltanto un romanzo di spiragli. Dopo la morte si entra in una storia, in un luogo di avvenimenti caotici e incomprensibili poiché la morte non è solo un destino ma un’area territoriale dall'incerta geografia. Flann O'Brien ha cercato nel romanzo di delinearne la mappa con una storia comica e insieme tragica, a tratti allucinata e improbabile e a tratti lineare e nitida; una storia sull'inconoscibilità.
“Il terzo poliziotto” fu pubblicato per la prima volta postumo nel 1967 ma fu scritto nel 1940.
"Human life is a hallucination containing in itself the secondary hallucinations of day and night and the supreme hallucination known as death."
"The third policeman" is the literary masterpiece of the Irish writer Flann O'Brien. The premise is that the use of objects causes an interpenetration of matter at the atomic level with humans till that the nineteenth century police who used the bicycle as a vehicle of patrol gradually turn themselves into cycles.
Maybe "The third policeman" is a novel of metamorphosis? No, it's just a narrow novel. After the death there is an access into a place of chaotic and incomprehensible events since death it is not only a destination but a land area of uncertain geography. Flann O'Brien attempted in the novel to outline map with a comic and tragic story, sometimes hallucinatory unlikely and sometimes linear and precise, a history about unknowability.
"The third policeman" was published for the first time after the death of Flann O'Brien in 1967 but it was written in 1940.
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"Trees were active where they stood and gave uncompromising evidence of their strength. Incomparable grasses were forever at hand, lending their distinction to the universe. Patterns very difficult to imagine were made together by everything the eye could see, merging into a supernal harmony their unexceptionable varieties." - Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
The Term Morph Is Inappropriate
As if we didn’t know, we asked a solitary roadside birder, “Looking for something?”
“The Gyrfalcon.”
“Have you seen it?”
“No.”
“Why isn’t anybody else looking?”
“They’re all at Grace Lake, waiting and hoping.”
Well, Maggie and I spent a little time in the parking lot overlooking Grace Lake from the southwest side. There were gulls: Herrings, Ring-bills and Lesser Black-backs, as well as some Canadas, Mallards and Common Mergs, but no falcon, just distant birders standing with their scopes on the east side of the lake.
A falcon of the tundra, one that perches on the ground or on low human-made objects, needs extensive unobstructed views, a place with wide open spaces, low-cut grass. So we went to the airport.
It was about 3:20 PM. We couldn’t ask for better timing. On the airport’s south side, we immediately drove up to a juvenile Gyrfalcon, a brown bird, perched on the snow not more than 50-60 feet from the road. Though the direction of light was almost just right, photography was not ideal. The falcon was on the other side of the airport’s chain-linked fence. Nevertheless, my camera knew what it had to do.
Seemingly indifferent to us, the Gyr was leaning over, using its beak to clean its toes, followed by facial combing with its talons. Afterwards it gazed in all directions as though seeking something, perhaps out of hunger. Then lifting its wings, it took to the air, keeping just a few feet above the ground and was quickly lost in the airport’s distant expanse of snow shadow and glare--my fourth Gyr in southeast Michigan, my ninth in the State as of today, 16 November 2019.
Alan
Tom J. Cade (1928-2019, a world renowned conservationist and co-founder of the Peregrine Fund, had this to say: “In the old literature naturalists wrote about white, grey and black ‘color phases’ of the gyrfalcon and even different species of gyrs. In fact, the different plumage types grade imperceptibly into one another, with every kind of intermediate condition represented in different individuals. . . . The Ungava region of northern Quebec is especially interesting as the whitest and blackest varieties breed together in the same area along with every kind of grey intermediate. (p. 76, The Falcons of the World, 1980).”
Eugene Potapov, assistant professor, Bryn Athyn College, is a raptor specialist and the notable author of The Gyrfalcon 2005, a definitive work: “Cade et al quite rightly state that . . . the Gyrfalcon has complete gradation rendering the term ‘morph’ inappropriate (p. 23).”
“Gyrfalcons also have shades of brown and gray in their feathers, and worn plumage may be tan-brown; Gyrs may or may not have a barred tail and moustachial stripes (p. 47).
“. . . some authors classify the birds on the basis of their background color (Cade et al. 1998). Gray form can then be a bird with gray color in the background or bird with a white background but with a lot of dark gray or brown streaks, spots or bars. The degree of the coverage of these spots can then divide the white and gray morphs. As a consequence, it is often difficult to classify Gyrs with excessive numbers or spots and a true white background ( p. 47)
“. . . Palmer (1988) considered that the division of the Gyrfalcons ‘into two or three color morphs . . . is misleading, and ‘any attempt to categorize Gyrs is subjective’, ‘because of variations from nearly (entirely?) white to almost or entirely black. Flann (2003) suggested that the Gyrfalcon has ‘continuous polymorphism’ and so does not have morphs (p.47).
“Another process is the coloration of the background, which may perhaps be independent of, but is parallel with, the variation in coloration and size of dark spots. So, . . . we have two axes of variation in coloration. One is the color as such, including both the color of the background and the color of dark spots. The second axis is the size and pattern of the dark/light spots. Interestingly, there have been no attempts to analyze this two-dimensional variation using objective criteria. In the following section we make an attempt to measure Gyrfalcon colors using a new approach (p. 47).”
To those who wish to pursue this new approach to the color patterns of the Gyrfalcon, I suggest read Potapov’s book.
which, supposedly, originated in West Cork somewhere, at a rowdy barbeque, a full century or so before 'Space Heaters' were even invented.
This image is, yet again, borrowed from The National Library of Ireland on The Commons (one of my favourite sources), with "No known copyright restrictions", and slightly modified.
This dance can be danced with, or without, the stick, but the lapel double-flower is essential. Hats can be interchangeable, and were never actually written into the rules, but were / are usually worn.
My parents, Rose and Liam, were married in the same church as this charming pair, the Pro-Cathedral in Dublin. My mother remembered my father doing this dance very well, and she fell immediately in love with him, on its (and their) first outing. I have included a later picture of my parents below in IMMA, when I was 'Artist in Resident' there.
It was at a point where he couldn't do that dance anymore. But he still liked to talk about it, and she loved to listen to him, even though she had heard the story hundreds of times before.
Such was the power of 'The Dance'.
I believe it's where the title 'Lord of the Dance' came from, but I could be wrong. This particular step, illustrated here, was also incorporated by the Scots, into their 'Highland Fling', rather scandalously, without any acknowledgement of its source whatsoever.
De Selby mentions this in his seminal work 'On the Mating Habits of the Celts' (1922). Unfortunately, this manuscript has since been lost, but Flann O' Brien did glancingly refer to it in a lost letter to his wife, Evelyn.
Evelyn (née, pronounced neigh) McDonnell, never mentioned it in her unpublished diaries. I don't think they ever had off-spring, so Brian might have never actually given the dance a go. I could, of course and as usual, be wrong.
When one enters the private realm, one never knows one's top from one's bottom, and even who the hell is leading. But when all is said and done, it is the dance itself that matters.
Strait is the gate, apparently.
I do believe that in West Cork, around this particular date, whenever it was, that a single gate was deemed sufficient, in what might be a space that would normally be domicile for one of the twinned variety. De Selby thought this had something to do with the idea that "a gate can both be opened and closed at the same time", if you get my drift. Marcel Duchamp later investigated this in his 'Images for Duchamp studio door: 'Door, 11 rue Larrey - Tout-Fait'.
I quote:
"thus countering the French saying that a door cannot be open and shut at the same time. Arturo Schwarz, in his The Complete Works of Marcel Duchamp (Thames and Hudson, 1969) described this structure as a “Three-dimensional pun: a door which is permanently opened and shut at the same time” (p. 496).
Duchamp never gave any credit to de Selby, or West Cork.
The missing gate also left room so that there was a suggestion that the relationship, the pending marriage itself, might be open or closed. This in itself was a scandalous idea at the time, but was more thought of as a sort of cheeky jape, and something that might be more Protestant than Catholic. I say this with no particular bias myself, having lived in the heathen lands most of my life, and having thereby thoroughly absorbed godlessness.
I might add that Duchamp was Catholic through and through, and this might partly explain his inability to give credit where credit was due.
Flann O' Brien never mentioned this particular reticence in his oeuvre.
This action photo was taken by John Karpinsky. Thank you John! The Samurai's (Randy Flann) website is www.rofoheadgear.com (it's written on the sign on his back). Thank you Randy for this great battle! I'm still licking my wounds!
Polar Bear Plunge - 2014 - 0438 photo by John - Samurai and Me
Dalkey is steeped in the arts. It is the original hometown of three well-known Irish writers: novelists Maeve Binchy and playwright Hugh Leonard. It is also the setting for Flann O'Brien's novel The Dalkey Archive. In recent years several well-known Irish and international music figures — including U2 members Bono and The Edge, Enya, Chris de Burgh and Van Morrison — have bought residences in the area. Film director Neil Jordan lives in the town.
Pat Kenny (former host of RTE's flagship chat show The Late Late Show )is a resident. Current host of The Late Late Show Ryan Tubridy also lives in the area.
Formula One drivers Damon Hill and Eddie Irvine, are former residents as are singers Lisa Stansfield and Jim Kerr.
James Joyce and George Bernard Shaw also have close associations with the area. Shaw lived in Torca Cottage on Dalkey Hill from 1866 to 1874 and Joyce lived in The Joyce Tower in Sandycove for a time and set the first chapter of his masterpiece, Ulysses, there.
McDaid's is a classic pub and the old haunt of Brendan Behan. McDaid's is a classic, traditional Dublin pub situated on Harry Street just off Grafton Street and across from the Westbury Hotel.
McDaid's has a distinctive Victorian exterior and when you step inside you find an old style bar with a high ceiling and a smattering of chairs and tables. The dimly lit bar has all the atmosphere of a classic Irish boozer, a secretive shrine to the art of convivial conversation and the latest gossip.
McDaid's serve a fine selection of beers, their Guinness is second to none and their service is of the highest standards. McDaid's has proven to be very popular with tourist, students and discerning locals and is always packed to the rafters at the weekend.
McDaid's has retained its character by not changing its essential design, its still looks pretty much the same as it was fifty years ago. There is no loud music, much bubbling conversation and a very friendly clientele.
McDaid's played a part in Dublin's literary history as the local of playwright and novelist, Brendan Behan. McDaid's became the centre of a new generation of writers in the 1940s and 1950s who met in pubs in reaction to the quaint lives of older Irish writers.
McDaid's was also the one time haunt of Patrick Kavanagh, Flann O'Brien, J.P. Donleavy and Liam O'Flaherty. It is said that Behan based some of his characters in The Hostage and Borstal Boy on publicans he met in McDaid's and Donleavy's main character in The Ginger Man was supposed to be based on McDaid's regular, Ganor Christ.
So whether you want to soak up the atmosphere of old literary Dublin or just have a soothing pint of plain, check out McDaid's on Harry Street.