Poem | The Druid
A druid in the wilderness he did proclaim Himself the very keeper of the dawn And be they high in…
Arts
Story | Incognito
I thought of being propelled towards a new existence, somewhere, a fresh state rather than a new place. For an…
Music | Loney Dear At The Workman’s Club
In the almost 10 years since this reviewer last encountered Emil Svanängen, the Jönköping-born talent behind the Loney Dear moniker,…
Arts | How and why I wrote ‘I Dreamt I Was An Astronaut’
I feel that the second part of this two-part question is more difficult to answer. Leaving aside one’s own endless,…
Insight | Life as an Orchestrator
As far back as I remember I’ve loved the different sounds of my favourite classical composers. Early on I became…
Poetry | Home for the funeral
In memory of our friend Ciarán Duffy Reverting to type we talk as in the long ago Schoolboys meeting outside…
Music | Ireland’s greatest ever punk track?
Between 2002 and 2009 a band unknown in most circles blistered through the Irish underground scene with riotous gigs and…
Idea | Death of the joke, rise of the factoid
See: my uncle was once a contestant on Mastermind. Early eighties, height of The Troubles, and, believe it or believe…
Interview | Sir Richard J. Evans talks 19th century Europe
Freelance journalist JP O’Malley caught up with British historian, Richard J Evans, in Waterstones Picadilly, in London, on Friday October…
Music | Katie Kim live in Dublin’s Unitarian Church
The soft light throws forty foot shadows along the interior church wall. Window glass reflects the orange hue. But otherwise,…
Opinion | Dylan’s win reboots the Nobel Prize for Literature
Bob Dylan wins the Nobel Prize for Literature. Validation at last for the voice of a generation; another trophy in…
Interview | Jonathan Fenby talks modern France
Freelance journalist JP O’Malley caught up with British author, Jonathan Fenby in Waterstones Picadilly, in London, on Friday October 7th,…
Essay | The healing sound: music and the power of the word
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” Maya…
Poem | Parting Company
I remember the last time we made love Feeling nothing – your body impertinently brash. Dressing in darkness, planning our…