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BWG: The Last of the Mohicans – until September!

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The last Ballyfermot Writers’ Group meeting of the summer

takes place on 19 July 2017.

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But don’t fret –

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It kicks off again on Wednesday 20th September 2017.

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Ballyfermot Writers Group (adults)

Meets every second Wednesday in Ballyfermot Library.

From 6.30 p.m. – 7.45 p.m.

New members welcome. From beginners to advanced.

Date of next meeting:

Wednesday 19th July 2017

How it Works:

Unholster your pencil and write creatively on the spot to a bespoke, tinselled prompt given out on the night. Then read what you’ve written to the group for lavish praise, iridescent bouquets and international awards  🙂  Or bring prepared writing along and read that if you wish. The choice is yours.

For more details contact: eric.earwig@yahoo.com or ballyfermotlibrary@dublincity.ie

Or just turn up on the night with your own pencil!

Choctaw nation I am in your debt
Choctaw nation I just want to thank you
Choctaw nation I got so upset
When I learned of your wisdom and your virtue

I am sorry for that evil man, I feel shame
That he came from my country
I am sorry for that Sheridan
And the other tools used in colonies

You were halved on the trail of tears
In the wintertime of the year
Had to leave Nanih Waiya
For the cold Oklahoma

Well you lay down upon the road
Tired and hungry and freezing cold
Thousands died on the rough terrain
Food and blankets they never came

You sent money you could not afford
You were touched by Irish people’s suffering
And your brave example struck a chord
Now the Irish are so good at giving
Choctaw nation, thank you.

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Rik V

BWG: The Ballyfermot Tea Party – Tea in the Sahara – with you!

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After the recent successful workshop with writer / actor/ artist extraordinaire Una Kavanagh,

at our next session Dublin City Council’s Culture Connects Initiative team will be hosting

a Tea and Chats Session with our writing group

to discuss culture in the community.

Sam Beckett

Tea, coffee, biscuits and all things culturally edible will be available on the night.

Beckett Biscuits?  Check.

Joyce Jelly Babies?  Check.

Dostoevsky Donuts?  Check.

Bolano Brie Balls?  Check.

Shakespeare Strudel? Check.

Chaucer Chips? Check.

Check. Check and check again.

We’ve got them all.

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Be there or be square.

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Ballyfermot Writers Group (adults)

Meets every second Wednesday in Ballyfermot Library.

From 6.30 p.m. – 7.45 p.m.

New members welcome. From beginners to advanced.

Date of next meeting:

Wednesday 5th July 2017

How it Works:

Unholster your pencil and write creatively on the spot to a bespoke, tinselled prompt given out on the night. Then read what you’ve written to the group for lavish praise, iridescent bouquets and international awards  🙂  Or bring prepared writing along and read that if you wish. The choice is yours.

For more details contact: eric.earwig@yahoo.com or ballyfermotlibrary@dublincity.ie

Or just turn up on the night with your own pencil!

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Tea in the Sahara
My sisters and I
Have this wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please don’t ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
We want our tea in the Sahara with you
We want our tea in the Sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in

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Rik V

 

 

Living Under a Helicopter published in The Lonely Crowd – D’You Know What I Mean? Yeah, Yeah

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I am pleased to announce that a story of mine, entitled,

Living Under a Helicopter

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is now available in the new issue of

The Lonely Crowd!

YEAH YEAH

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Follow this link and hey presto!

https://thelonelycrowd.org/online-shop/

There’s some great writers in this issue as well

Check it out!

A million young poets
Screamin’ out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin’ to be heard
Future generations
Ridin’ on the highways that we built
I hope they have a better understanding

Check it out
Goin’ to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can’t tell your best buddy that you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin’ with your back to your loved one
This is all that we’ve learned about happiness

Check it out
Forgot to say hello to my neighbors
Check it out
Sometimes I question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin’ about the girls that we’ve seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls we’re still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin’ too drunk on Saturdays
Check it out
Playin’ football with the kids on Sundays
Check it out
Soarin’ with the eagles all week long
And this is all that we’ve learned about living
This is all that we’ve learned about living

A million young poets
Screamin’ out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin’ on the highways that we built
Maybe they’ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they’ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they’ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they’ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they have a better understanding
Check it out…..

 

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Rik V

 

 

BWG: What a beautiful day (hey hey)!

And nothing is impossible

In our all powerful mind

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When the music’s over

the pencilling must go on!!!!

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Ballyfermot Writers Group (adults)

Meets every second Wednesday in Ballyfermot Library.

From 6.30 p.m. – 7.45 p.m.

New members welcome. From beginners to advanced.

Date of next meeting:

Wednesday 8th June 2017

 

How it Works:

Unholster your pencil and write creatively on the spot to a bespoke, tinselled prompt given out on the night. Then read what you’ve written to the group for lavish praise, iridescent bouquets and international awards  🙂  Or bring prepared writing along and read that if you wish. The choice is yours.

For more details contact: eric.earwig@yahoo.com or ballyfermotlibrary@dublincity.ie

Or just turn up on the night with your own pencil!

happy cat

Rik V

My Kind of Town – Ballyer is! My kind of people too. People who – smile at you

Between the Bookcases

Part of the International Literature Festival Dublin 2017

Print

24th May 2017

at Ballyfermot library

The R & P Sessions

(Rap and Prose)

A selection of photos

Before the event

Kevin Gildea

Kevin Gildea

Nugget

Nugget live

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Declan Gerraghty

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Justine Reilly

Justine Reilly does Stand up

David Spain

David Spain reads The Woman who ate a whole Princess

Ken Nolan

Ken Nolan - poet from Tallaght

Ken Larkin

Ken Larkin reads a poem about growing up in Ballyer

Harry Browne

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Camillus John

me

Mary O’Sullivan and Together FM

Mary Sullivan and Together FM people

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Rik V

 

 

16 Imaginary Things People Might Be Saying About Between the Bookcases * in the Future. Possibly.

 

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16 Imaginary Things People Might Be Saying About Between the Bookcases * in the Future. Possibly.

  1. “Like most people I hate literary events – but this one was ok.” Kevin Gildea.
  2. “It was better than sex.” Pope Francis.
  3. “This event was dynamite. It blew my brains out and splattered them over my four living room walls.” Quentin Tarantino.
  4. “This event kicked experimentation in the groin, poked convention in the eyes and dropped ice-cubes down the neck of all common-sense. Or was that my mother? Hold on, I think it was. What were you talking about again?” Your mother.
  5. “I haven’t been this excited since seeing the Dutch tax-rate for non-residents for the very first time.” Bono.
  6. “So good I threw my husband out the window.” Madonna.
  7. “This event has so much depth, you’ll drown.” Russell Brand.
  8. “Others carp that modern literary events contain too much sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. But I completely disagree. In my opinion, you can never have enough of that sort of thing of a wet Wednesday evening in May.” Desperate Dan.
  9. “The only thing better than having a literary event in Ballyfermot library handy to look forward to attending, is not having a literary event in Ballyfermot library handy to look forward to.” Oscar Wilde.
  10. “James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Oscar Wilde went in to a Dublin pub and said to the bartender – We’ll have three tickets to Between The Bookcases please with three whiskey chasers on the side.I’d advise everyone to do the same.” Brendan Behan.
  11. “You’ll want to see its most provoking parts over and over and chances are twenty minutes from the end of the show you won’t be able to remember a fecking thing. Which is very nice and decent of the organisers, I think. Bravo!” The seventh dwarf.
  12. “I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by literary events, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the tax-sheltered streets at dawn looking for an angry fix. Angelheaded hipsters.” Allen Ginsberg.
  13. “Did exactly what it said on the Tintern Abbey.” Flann O’Brien.
  14. “A literary event is like a box of chocolates. You never know when you’ll bite into a hard one and break one of your teeth.” Conor McGregor.
  15. “Between The Bookcases was like an onion, having layer upon layer upon layer of meaning and with each layer making you cry more bitterly than the last.” Samuel Beckett.
  16. “Between the Bookcases was not the messiah, it was just a naughty little boy.” Molly Bloom.

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Between the Bookcases Poster Official-page-001

To book tickets for this event go to –

http://ilfdublin.com/events/between-the-bookcases-a-celebration-of-writing-groups

 

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Rik V

Between the Bookcases: Pre-Event Conceptual Art Happening: Hugging Will Self, fictionally.

Between the Bookcases Poster Official-page-001

To book tickets for this event go to –

http://ilfdublin.com/events/between-the-bookcases-a-celebration-of-writing-groups

A Janey Macken Street Exclusive:

Pre-Event Conceptual Art Happening

Hugging Will Self, fictionally.

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The BWG event, Between The Bookcases, in the International Literature Festival Dublin 2017, actually takes place at the same time as Will Self’s event at the Smock Alley Theatre on 24th May 2017 in the same festival.

By a strange coincidence, in 2014, Camillus John, writer and organiser of Ballyfermot Writers Group, had a story published in The Stinging Fly, literary journal, entitled, The Pervert’s Guide to Modern Fiction by Mrs Pimple, in which Morrissey gives Will Self a hug on International Men’s Day.  See the particular gobbet from the story in question pasted in below.

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As an example of Irish hospitality at its finest, and also as a piece of modern conceptual art, Camillus John will send Will Self a fictional hug from Morrissey on the night of Will’s talk at the festival, by reading the relevant gobbet of prose from his story before BWG’s Between the Bookcases event. He will read this in private with, perhaps, other members of BWG, in Room 3 of the library at 5.55 p.m. Or read it fictionally.

Thus, in this way, Will Self will receive a fictional hug on the night from Morrissey via Ballyfermot Writers’ Group to calm his nerves and welcome him, experimentally, to Ireland (and the festival), before he goes on stage. A piece of conceptual art. A happening. As it were.

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However, as the act of hugging is a very private act, people can only attend this pre-event fictionally and cannot attend in person. How? They can do this by reading said gobbet of prose themselves at 5.55 p.m. on the night of the event. In fact, they don’t even need to read it in actuality but can read it fictionally in their minds instead if they wish i.e. pretend they’d read it at 5.55 p.m. on the night of the event. That would do too. The more people that are fictionally doing this at 5.55 p.m. on the night, then the warmer the fictional hug Will Self will receive.

i.e. Ballyfermot Writers Group plan to hug Will Self in fiction through Morrissey at the upcoming International Literature Festival 2017.

This is an attempt to answer the questions; What is fiction? What is reality?

 

The gobbet of prose in question is as follows.

 

The Pervert’s Guide to Modern Fiction

By Mrs Pimple

 Written By Camillus John

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NYE 3 pm: Why did Will Self write Autobiography by Morrissey?

‘The horrors of my private education, Mrs. Pimple, made me feel like running up on stage and hugging. Close, very close. To get some release. The bouncers offered no resistance. I was now up on stage with both arms spread out like aeroplane wings ready to clasp Morrissey to my bosom.

‘The stage lights flashed rainbows as I moved slowly towards him. The instrumental break was fast approaching and I’d use this opportunity to hug and then go; without as much as causing a spilt lyric or a dropped note. That was the plan. Then I’d melt right back into his audience Mrs. Pimple. That was the complete plan. Full stop.

‘I reached the singer and went in for the two second hug. And was hugged back. But pop went the weasel in both my arms at that point. Crackety-crack. We locked in spasm. I couldn’t untangle, rigidly enclosing the singer who tried to finish the song as best he could, deep now in my awkward embrace.

‘The bouncers came flooding but the singer stopped them. He understood that this was an osteopathic mishap. Perhaps more. The singer and I exchanged words as the band played on in the background and the stage lights wrote fiction in colour on our faces.

‘This was the last song in the encore, so it mattered little in the great scheme of things; everyone had already received their evening’s worth. Perhaps more. The band stopped and the audience stood in silence watching, aching, unable to leave. All I had to do was wait. It would unravel itself, this most un-Gordian of knots.

‘Five minutes in, and still our hug held sway, alongside the audience’s silent participation, when up piped Morrissey:

‘Only an Irish singer-songwriter can save us now!’

‘With that, Damien Dempsey sprang up from stage left like popping toast with a tuned-up guitar primed and ready to go off. He sang about not letting all those negative vibes and comments get in on top of you and doing damage.

‘Everything loosened Mrs. Pimple. Everything released. I wrote Autobiography by Morrissey, written by Will Self, right there on stage. It was quite charming. And liberating. The first men’s liberation day proper in my book.’

 

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Rik V