Tag Archives: Galway

Where grass is grass, where stone is stone

Where grass is grass and not cut every month. Where stone is stone and is not polished.

Sean Scully

Words and Image: Sean Scully, Walls of Aran (2007)

But for the stones

the fort

aristocracies long gone

but for the stones

O Briens castle Inis Oirr by James

Detail from Zibaldone page with contemporary Haiku by Anton Kinsella, County Cork. Anton’s Haiku will be weaving their way into the pages of the Inisheer Zibaldone.

for 3 seconds in 1963

A man on An Trá Inis Oírr, who with his wife had been a regular visitor to the island stretching back over 50 years, said “my wife remembers that for 3 seconds in 1963, the whole island turned purple.”

Anton Castle

Image: Detail from Zibaldone page.

and on Sunday morning they were all kneeling on the beach

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!”

Dolphin Graphic JesseJames Inisheer Zibaldone

Words: Tim Robinson, Stones of Aran: Pilgrimage. Image: detail from Inisheer Zibaldone by JesseJames.

Manniken Pee Platz

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.

Manniken Pee Platz Inisheer Zibaldone JesseJames

Words: James Joyce (adapted). Image: JesseJames.