#Jobstown some idle thoughts

I did a thread a while ago, but it probably got lost in the Twittersphere, so I thought I should and could do something a little more reasoned and readable. Goethe apparently said, “Divide and rule, the politician cries; unite and lead, is watchword of the wise.” I don’t know if he did, seeing as […]

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Derry’s Shirt Factories

In the course of the research for the Dementia project I am undertaking, I wanted to find a map of Derry’s shirt factories. There are a few out of date and blurred images around but I needed a large, printable map for reminiscence. So here’s one I made. I’m sure I’ve broken some copyright or other […]

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Theatre Artist in Residence

I’m enraptured and gleeful to be funded by the Arts Council for another year of theatre making in the communities of the North West. This year, I’ll be working with the people of Arranmore, looking to create a community play about their experiences. I will also be engaging with a cohort of dementia dyads (people with […]

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Tuam

Where do you start? Where do you find words to describe the scale of human tragedy? “Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.” We sit in our sheltered bubbles, believing that our lives are for the most […]

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Mansplaining Dad-Rap… #repealthe8th

The views expressed in this are my own and do not represent my employers, funders or production partners. TEXT    Too many male commentators Have passed judgement on the creators Of the repeal the eighth campaign, Declaring ‘those women should refrain’ From swearing and shouting Because it’s conduct unbecoming Of a lady with dainty hands, […]

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Toe Poetry

I’ve not written enough poems about toes Mostly because they’re not that interesting I suppose, But for you, dear visitors to the shindig, No task is too small or too big With meta-tarsals and pinkies I’ll compose. Where to begin this fulsome ten-digit tragedy, No weather reports, sonnets or pathetic fallacy, Straight into phalanges, proximal, […]

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Monochrome

Monochrome This is the voice of the Mysterons, we know that you can hear us earthmen… I lived my childhood in scrambled monochrome, Before internet wonders and the advent of the mobile phone. My screen was 14 inches by 10, Untouchable and no swiping back then. The TV lived on a shelf in the corner, […]

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