Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I passed through the city on my way to the mountains,
to purchase some bottled Italian spring water.
I took a room on the main street, with a balcony,
to see the stars at night.
I freely spent money
to fend off Kafka and assert my delusions of grandeur.
In the City I can be anyone
Walking from Finglas to Glendaloch
meditating on a spool of wool knotted in all directions
representing the infinite arguments
and the unknottable knowledge of being.

I met EalaĆ­n in the centre of the City
Art mused from her shiny skin
She took me in and told me about her boyfriends
One had sang, shamanding dance
Another had introduced her to Yahweh
One had tamed fire
Another was an Astronaut
There was a hedgefund manager
Her most recent was a bartender from the Jim Morrison museum
who went commando because Jim Morrison went commando
Then she implied me a worthless misogynist so I pulled up my pants and left
And left it to Dhana to give me good head.

Simultaneously I was elsewhere
Raglan Road or Grafton Street
IMMA or the IFC
The 4 courts or the 5 Lamps
A bar I don't know the name of and a similar cafe
Odysseus entangled in Dublin, Boom Boom Boom
Reaching for Glendaloch beyond the strong nucleic force of the City's jolly Arbeitsjuden.
Bomm Bomm Bomm

Hendricks and Vodka next
Tom Dick and Bill and I talked about electricity and argued conversationly over how long it takes to grow an inch of bog.
There was girl in the room, like the la strada girl,
I considered waiting for her but inertia moved me slowly instead,
until i was gone,
and Dublin luminesced in the distance like the embers of fading fire.

The Sun is rising
Dreaming, come of age.
we could work for the Industry and maintain the Infrastructure.
I believe in one world
The father the almighty
I believe in one Sun
the mother of our nature
Through mind in body, the existance occurs.
I believe in a Universe out of nothing
Blessed is the Paradox
the wave particle duality
the infinity of a wave, the zero of a particle
I believe in the genes of my ancestors
and the echoes of their thoughts.
God bless you God
Thanks for the neuronal processes
It was very thoughtful of you
In your honor i will Touch the Earth
And will my work of Art

By the time I got to Glendaloch
The monks had left their round tower.
Deirdre, Deirdre, let down your hair
let's live happily ever after

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Zero = Infinity
The Paradox breeds
a Universe with Time
Consciousness is the climax
Now here you are.
In the beginning there was light
And the light congealed into Earth
And once upon a time
There was an Astronaut who lived in the internet.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Spring has sprung

Out of the light at the dawn of the universe
Came the longest beach in the world
I swam through the plankton starlight and fetched her a spaceship
Her breath awoke me from drowning in the water
She lit a fire in the dunes
Rubbing driftwood to spark it up
We lived alone together like Astronauts
And rode through the Universe on a white horse.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

somebody fix the television


Monday, September 21, 2009

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,

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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Horses Glen
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About the three lakes of the Horses Glen is some beautiful scenery. Excellent hiking in rough and varied ground. The Boulders add to the scenery. ...
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...The rocks appear to have never been climbed before. But they are too remote too few and too small. The three lakes await a weekend expedition, for a thorough exploration. Bring a brush and don’t worry about parking the car, there were no signs of smashed windows at area 1. I didn’t check area 4, there are a few boulders there. Area 6 is a beautiful camping spot with a sheer climbing route.
From the car walk to 2 and turn left.



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2nd boulder lakeshore, near area 3
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-area 5
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-the hunting season is over, bring your own food
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-area 6
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Karen Tool
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Go out and face death
Dressed like a penguin
Come out like Batman, James Bond

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Saturday, February 28, 2009

toward Mangerton, Killarney
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Sunday, December 14, 2008

I'd rather be in Australia,









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