obliteration

i had a trouble

a really big one

so i shared it

as the saying told

but the trouble wasn't halved

obliteration occured

cos i shared it

with abuser

shame killed him dead

Ocober 2007

mind meeting

In any discussion

confrontation or talk

there'll be a leader

a rebel

and all

the rebel daring to differ

the sheep calling  to norm

the leader shouting order

thrusting chest

wider and wider
thorax stiffens

Darer do 

Darer die 

Sheep follow and shy

Leader win win and win

October 2007, posted on myspace

premise for a story

July 2008, Talenkynic, writing, le posh

I was..in Galway this afternoon relaxing and chillin' outside 

Taafe's when a trio of le posh sat down at the next table. Fortuitously i noticed that we had met before about hour before on the way back from An Spiddeal they were behind and the two in front had been having an animated discussion. I had pondered on what the subject of the argument had been because they both had a look of walking barefoot into a sludgy pice of dog leavings letting it settle between each toes whilst the smell pervaded upwards to their nasal area. I had names them Lemon Bottom and Lemon Bottom Mammy. At the time I didn't realise the third generation was in the car.

Taafe's was very busy it being  Race Week and the SawDoctors playing last night - the reason I was in  Galway - every one was there people i hadn't seen in  ten years, bless them they looked so  old - don't have the good skin gene like me !!!

Any way I digress - the ladies who lunched beside me were an utter inspiration and a new tale of female bullying across the generations has been born. The outline has been written and i am super charged about writing it

And as a double whammy, my old music teach has dropped by and added as a friend - welcome Bob to my Zylmor existence....

future perfect imploding stars

August 2008, on death and sanity and Talenkynic

i write about death dying and murder all the time, my nickname is slasher suzie among my writer type pals.

knowing i have always had the capicity for such a violent act, going back to the zylmor wars but on earth my world has been around peaceful movements, not rocking the boat and going with the flow, allowing violence to happen to me and those closest to me but without raising even a whimper of dissent. this has changed and i am finding little solace in my zylmor past. things i have not done for an age are becoming increasingly enticing.

i find myself in contemplative mood, haven't spoken to a single person in four days the tenous hold on my sanity is again ebbing away to the dark deep recesses i last experienced more than ten years ago.

some thirty years ago i was on the peripherary of a drug fuelled chaos that maintained itself in the house i resided. being younger than most involved i could have joined in but some hold kept me out, so i could record the bad trips, the fabulously outrageous voyages that those around me travelled on. now i wish for some oblivion, some unfeeling unseen calm that those in euphoria sensed, they say H is better than sex, but what is better than life. some of those that were there found out, blind pete who sold his sax for one more hit, angelina who chased her own demons across continents and now rests in peace.

others like ruth and simon survived in unique ways and neither remember the nights in fields above the village hounded by wolves snakes and spiders, revolving around space invaders playing kiss and tell with moon....but I remember and write.

home town living

This was written August 2008 and posted on Myspace.

Having lived in many towns and many cities, in many countries on many planets I find it strange to find a "home town". But within the archaic regime of rural Kerry life; drawing the water by hand at dawn, drawing in the turf on warm summer evenings, drawing a fire and sitting listening to pipe and fiddle I find a peaceful calm descend over even my most tumultuous thoughts. It is at this moment I feel at home, on Zylmor I was an hermetically sealed artist; I drew portraits of politicians and higher order fellows, I knew much of the impending war - they did not see the artist - a mere servant to their glowing pride. I was not allowed outside to feel rain on my face, the rush of wind whistling past my ears, I did not see the first blush of Spring, the dance of the satellite moons, I was not allowed to draw anything. Here in Kerry we draw everything but my abilities with a pencil have long since receded and I am left only to imagine how the sweep of charcoal on paper would show the willow bending double in this summer wind.

This home is hard work, back bent over stacking turf, fighting nature pulling weeds, fixing the genrator every other day but the rewards are tremendous; watching storm clouds gather, chasing foxes away from the hens, working with the dogs, laughing as the cats try to follow, rhythmically weaving the willow into ever more extravagant shapes, harvesting the first earlies. This is life, this is where we make or break, there is a power here that will never be found at the tip of a nuclear warhead, there is a bond of love with the land that binds a spell twisting and turning and making us return to this place we call home.

Sukey growing into Suzie

The different faces I have presented to the world at different times in my life, there are more and I will post them here as I find them

Cork Airport 2003

Torc Waterfall, Killarney, 2005

Gougan Barra 2008

Burnley 1979

random old posts

In 2004, three years before I attempted to begin the life of a creative, I apparently began to write. I have no recollection of these posts, can't remember the specific memories, but hey, it is not bad.....

Coronation Street is starting on the television below, a child is playing with cars at my feet, another is attempting to braid my hair. My eldest son grunts acknowledging his existence whilst my main squeeze attends to the animals. Our life although technologically inspired is a relatively simple one. No wild parties and a social life that never registers on the Richter Scale. Why are we here, what is it in our life that appeals to us - that magnetically charges us to be pleasantly enlivened by the arrival of a newly deserted trampled by life cat or a new use for junk. Do we spy others living lives that cause us to be envious - no. And that puzzles me. I am content to live my simple life, goal-less and ambition-less whilst letting the faster life surround me and mine.
New Year's Eve 2004


Books are being taken down from the case with care - soccer skills with Michael Owen is Séan's choice tonight whilst Aary is still reading Ghost Bird to Alfie, Alfie is our newest family member - he arrived on Christmas Day a teddy bear for Daddy from Aary. Aary considers himself to be Alfie's big brother and reads to him morning and night. Coronation Streer music just erupted and as quickly it started; it ended. My intuition tells me it was on a break. We get very long ad breaks in Ireland five sometimes six commercials. The best at the moment are the drink in moderation ones especially the ones aimed at teenagers.
New Year's Eve 2004