On St. Patrick’s Day of all days, I have a black and white photo series forthcoming in the publication Stanzas, a chapbook based in Limerick, Ireland. There will be a launch party on March 25th in Hook and Ladder Cafe in Limerick City. More than anything I wish I could travel back to Ireland, and it means a lot to me to be part of Stanzas, even from afar. Special thanks to Shane Vaughan for setting up this collaboration.
Today in the mail I received a copy of Blowtorch, the anthology from the Masters of Philosophy in Creative Writing anthology at Trinity College Dublin. I have a few poems in here alongside poems and stories written by the other M.Phil students, which causes my heart to ache a little bit–I miss our workshops dearly. Huge props to Christina Dowling, Oliver Revolta and Katie Phelan for putting together such a classy, well-designed publication. I’m also glad that my “argument” with the Trinity Halls warden provided its title.
On Monday Oliver and I adventured through the city’s side streets in search of the Dublin Food Co-Op’s Zine Fair. I spoke to artists from all over the city and looked through records and handmade jewelry and booklets. There were people dressed in costumes and bands playing near the back. In the end, I wound up collecting only four things: a free screen-printed map of a Feminist Walking Tour of Dublin, a book of collages featuring women’s body parts and ribcages expending flowers by Martha Daly, a shark hand-painted onto a miniature piece of plywood, and a zine called You Are Among Friends: Advice to the Little Sisters I Never Had by Lindsey Markel.
Markel writes in her zine, “Do more of what you love. Once you identify what you want to do, do it relentlessly.” As long as I can keep writing poetry and illustrating in Dublin or New York City, I will be happy.
It struck me today that I should have been keeping some sort of travel journal this year. I think I was so swept up in the chaos of leaving my hometown for the first time in my entire life and coming to Ireland that recording the experience was almost impossible. Now that a few months have passed (eleven, to be specific) and I am preparing to leave again, a lot of my experiences are becoming cohesive.
One thing I love about Ireland is how complicated the sky tends to be. One moment it’s bright and serene and the next it’s black and tempestuous. The wind will rip your umbrella right out of your hands. I’ve seen many people slamming their umbrellas against walls and stuffing them into bins, and have also been a victim of several umbrella disasters. It doesn’t really help to prepare for the weather in any way because it will do what it wants.
Anyway, these are photographs I took when the sky was being particularly dramatic. I’ve never lived in a place where rainbows just randomly shoot out of the mountains, but it’s great.