JesseJames in conversation with Art Historian Aodhán Rilke. Transcript of the Q&A to follow.
aristocracies long gone
but for the stones
Image: James Francis Moore. Words: Contemporary Haiku by Anton Kinsella, County Cork.
A summer’s day Inis Oírr, long ago.
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
I described how the dolphins had danced on an evening of silken calm, leaping clear of the water in graceful arcs that crossed in pairs; as I had sat in a little field above the bay to watch, their plunges had been the only sound in the world. He listened to me expressionlessly, then turned his eyes to the dingy window and the dingy sky beyond. “That’s right” he said, and on Sunday morning they were all kneeling on the beach!”
Words: Tim Robinson, Stones of Aran: Pilgrimage. Image: detail from Inisheer Zibaldone by JesseJames.
I have been here in the winter
Suddenly they shut the pub
For three days
Words: overheard on An Trá. Image: JesseJames.
JesseJames, Teampall Chaomháin
Oh Inis Oírr
Haiku: Vincent Vigneron.
And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and to know the place for the first time.
Words: TS Eliot. Image: James Francis Moore.