wind above the path, like breath, its intervals, no one’s

Old age is a planet to itself where all those minor psychic and physical bumps and scratches are suddenly disinhibited taking on new and suddenly robust lives of their own. Anything that has been ignored or closeted is now lit like a Noir film, shadows looming over the everyday.

And the same for authors and books

If you can help, share or donate, it would be deeply appreciated 💚 Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine." Literally meaning "In the shelter of each other, people live." gofund.me/083c1ab53?sf...

We are *this close* to finalising a long-term lease on an apartment for the first time in eight years (not counting our ill-fated attempt to restore a 16th century stone cottage in Puglia, five years ago). Please, please read our update and if you can, help us. www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...

Feature | ‘It puts the humanity back into the objects’: How craft is remaking collections 🧵 Many museums are harnessing the power of contemporary craft by inviting artists to take inspiration from their collections, says Corinne Julius

The annual destruction of the environment, esp. the grass which has been lovingly restored by Belfast City Council, is well underway. Grateful there are NO tyres but still.... Illegal if I do it at every other time of the year but accepted over the 12th marching season.

The annual destruction of the environment, esp. the grass which has been lovingly restored by Belfast City Council, is well underway. Grateful there are NO tyres but still.... Illegal if I do it at every other time of the year but accepted over the 12th marching season.

Rewilded.

"Ask yourself who benefits from the encouraging the idea that people cannot have expectations that society is capable of managing diverse and complex needs but has to default to corporate and police power in order to survive..." – @andreapitzer.bsky.social degenerateart.beehiiv.com/p/turning-th...

Our latest update to @liznangel3.bsky.social's appeal for us: We have found an affordable apartment, with rooms that, for old people used to the narrow confines of a small, vintage sailboat, feel almost palatial. We just need help and a little luck to secure it. www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...

Minnowburn beeches, shallow rooted, dug in, gripping the mossy drumlin. Elephant feet securing their pitch, just about. Annual Orange parades, no longer march past these sentinels, on route to the Ulster says No festival, in the nearby farmer's field. Quiet restored to the ancient trees #Belfast

New title for this lost at sea piece. Loinnir: sparkle shimmer, radiance, especially in relation to the sea, an fharraige. Thanks Kate agus Grace Kilbane for the insights agus the craic

"It's been nearly a decade since we participated in anything that might be described as 'a community', other than online. We long for fixedness, somewhere we can be located, physically and emotionally — somewhere we can begin to think of as 'home'". @ccohanlon.bsky.social gofund.me/c9032f003

So much prefer to show my work in a café than a designated art space. #AchillIsland Aleph café at the Sound has three pieces on display for me.

Treat yourself to a quality read.

Our darling friend @liznangel3.bsky.social lit candles for us in a church in Newport, Co. Mayo, close by the gorgeous stained glass windows designed by the Irish artist and illustrator Harry Clarke (1889-1931). Photos by @liznangel3.bsky.social.

For king, but not country: "The environmental lobby group alleges the crown estate has driven up costs for wind power developers and boosted its own profits, as well as the royal household’s income, due to the 'aggressive' way it auctions seabed rights."

Wow! 200,000km² of ocean declared entirely off-limits to fishing in some of the most biodiverse waters on earth 🌏 That's a win 🙌 #oceanoptimism oceanographicmagazine.com/news/papua-n...

Tributaries

bashō in the sun

Today, inniu. Anti-racism rally in #Belfast today. Packed attendance in the city centre today. City Hall presides over the crowds on Royal Avenue & Chichester Street. Street names that smack of our colonial past.

Machine cut turf in #Achill island. Listening to radio news that #Ireland is to be challenged by the European court about our continued flouting of rules agreed about our bogs. #Peat #Turf #Bogs #Carbon #Climate

New title for this lost at sea piece. Loinnir: sparkle shimmer, radiance, especially in relation to the sea, an fharraige. Thanks Kate agus Grace Kilbane for the insights agus the craic

AI and the Rise of Mediocrity by Ray Nayler — a bloody huge and timely caveat. [thanks to @greatdismal.bsky.social] time.com/6337835/ai-m...

If you can spare a couple of bucks, the wonderful writer @ccohanlon.bsky.social and his wife Given could really use the help. gofund.me/93c724837

If only...

Ditto.

After a few days of low-calorie rations, no fruit, no veg, an unexpected windfall allowed Given to shop for fresh groceries today and prepare a 'proper' lunch. Our metabolisms were unprepared — we've spent the afternoon laid out on our bunks, in 'food comas'. Photo by Finn O'Hanlon.

The cattle, behind the wire, three strands of green barbed wire. A fence to keep them in but more importantly to keep us, the people, out. The city dwellers, ear plugs in, phones out, choose to walk this narrow rural road, rather than stay on the tow path. Country code a distant tv ad unseen today.

Watercolour describing sky & sea. Pen and ink overwriting my impatience with my limitations. Movement, the hardest to translate. #watercolour

Wake to clear skies and stillness...but wait, what are all these Prada-adjacent Luna Rossa flags along our pontoon? Oh, right. The bloated, billionaire-funded boat races — a.k.a. the Preliminary Regatta of the Louis Vuitton 38th America's Cup — kick off in Cagliari today. [sigh]

Watercolour describing sky & sea. Pen and ink overwriting my impatience with my limitations. Movement, the hardest to translate. #watercolour

.. a patch of boggy hillside in the Nephin Beg Range in #Mayo as the most remote point in the country, at just under 8km from the nearest road. The point - it's hard to pinpoint it exactly - lies fairly close to the Bangor Trail, the 30km walking route that passes through the heart of the mountains.

Buttercups, celandine and gorse, furze we call it at home. The yellows. Hawthorn, whitethorn or blackthorn, who can tell, the white. Shouting their colours to the dawn chorus. At my feet a sprinkle of sugary pinks, sweet clover. I'm living in Ulster clover, at the edge of The Giant's Ring. Hey ho!

Minnowburn beeches, shallow rooted, dug in, gripping the mossy drumlin. Elephant feet securing their pitch, just about. Annual Orange parades, no longer march past these sentinels, on route to the Ulster says No festival, in the nearby farmer's field. Quiet restored to the ancient trees #Belfast

An uncomfortable day aboard: a strong mistral, gusting Force 7 at times, has driven a short, steep chop into our corner of the harbour. Wrack is hobby-horsing between her lines, snatching at them violently. Moving around the boat, inside or out, is impossible and even lying down is a challenge.

A long update posted to @liznangel3.bsky.social's appeal for us, about our efforts to settle ashore, repair Wrack, find regular income, and overcome the risk not just of being homeless but shelterless. Please read and if you can, help us. The appeal closes soon. www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...

Digging me out of my frozen sea @ccohanlon.bsky.social gave me a brutally honest kick start. And Kafka, of course. He's also championing my future sainthood. Winterspring in N. Irl almost sank me, endless dreary cold and rain. Misery + #Copenhagen 2017 with my one & only. Our last family trip.

I wonder did Harry Clarke think of Vincent‘s flowers when Clarke made his stained glass anemones later

Pinguiní beaga gorma ag teacht i dtír le clapsholas.

Enrich your reading in 2026 - get ‘Consolamentum’ by James McConachie. Get to inland Spain without the hassle of travel! 💝 www.blackboughpoetry.com/consolamentu... @jamesmcconachie1.bsky.social

Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine People survive in each other's shelter. scáth also means shadow, adding another layer of meaning about living in each other's shared unconscious. www.gofundme.com/f/a-voyage-i...