The sense of solitude was immense. I could not see or realise my own body, and I seemed to exist merely in my perception of the waves and of the crying birds, and of the smell of seaweed – JM Sygne, The Aran Islands (1906)
A summer’s day Inis Oírr, long ago.
The persona behind the real self. The real self behind the persona.
Words: Ernie O’Malley. Image: JesseJames.
Romantics seek fusion, modernists seek pathos.
Words: Luke Gibbons, Image: JesseJames
The artist JesseJames used to cycle out into the countryside on the outskirts of Firhouse to sketch and paint.
the brush tip
washes onto paper
an ocean wave
Image: JesseJames, detail from zibaldone page. Words: Contemporary Haiku from Anton Kinsella, County Cork.
La Place de pierre de Léo, Inis Oírr, Aran Islands, Co Galway, Republic of Ireland.
Landscape may be said to exist in the eye of the beholder, a beholder who perceives not so much the objective scene as the look of it, the looking at it.
Words: Louis le Brocquy. Image: JesseJames
the fort
aristocracies long gone
but for the stones
Image: James Francis Moore. Words: Contemporary Haiku by Anton Kinsella, County Cork.
At Jesse’s suggestion, at James’s instigation both, first Jesse, then James, in penumbra urinated, their sides contiguous, their organs of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition, their gazes, first Jesse’s, then James’s, elevated to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow.
Words: James Joyce (adapted). Image: JesseJames.
The Zibaldone Project 