I had such an interesting evening at the Dublin Film Festival tonight listening to William Oldroyd talk about the inspiration behind the wonderful direction and cinematography of his first feature film Lady Macbeth. The film itself is fantastic and the performances by Florence Pugh and Naomi Ackie are inspiring. On my list for this weekend? Devouring everything I can find written by Alice Birch and getting in some walks in nature…
(Pic from the Hollywood Reporter)
Aside from discovering Dubsmash (Every Beyoncé song ever has been covered), I spent the weekend going to museums, and also attending one of the many events on at the moment as part of the Dublin Literature Festival.
I started with the Yeats exhibition at the National Library. A really wonderful experience, with little corners created where you can sit and listen to people read from the writer’s vast body of work, or watch videos with subjects ranging from the Abbey Theatre to his wife, Georgiana Hyde-Lees (who I knew nothing about before, and am now very intrigued by).
I then went to the National Gallery, where Sean Scully’s work is on display. My favourites? ‘White Window’ & ‘A Happy Land’.
Next, a little exhibition in the Instituto Cervantes from the artist Daniel Rodriguez Castro (It’s the little postcard in the middle). Some really beautiful work that I hope is getting the footfall it deserves.
However, I must say it was Fergal McCarthy’s ‘Lighthouse’ installation in the Trinity Science Gallery that really struck me. A lovely idea, which you can read more about here: https://dublin.sciencegallery.com/homesick/lighthouse
(I always make time for the cinema, and let me tell you, Daario Naharis is as good looking in regular clothing as in the Game of Thrones costumes).
Today, I went to an Alice in Wonderland event as part of the Dublin Literature Festival, with Robert Douglas-Fairhurst, Catherine Tait & Fiona Shaw (who all very kindly signed my ticket afterwards). Douglas-Fairhurst said something about books that I loved: “We don’t worm our way into books, books worm their way into us”. It was a really interesting conversation about Alice in Wonderland and its author and heroine. Plus, hearing Shaw read from the book was something I wasn’t aware I had always wanted.
And there it is, a snapshot of my weekend. I don’t always have the time to go and see all that is happening around me, but when I do take the time, it is so rewarding – to be surrounded, influenced, and encouraged, by all the wonderful culture that is just outside my door.
Not very nice news to read this morning. Where do I go to read and write now?
It’s a Sunday afternoon in August, in Ireland. The summer heat has dissipated as it nears the beginning of a new school term. The rain is getting ready to settle in, and the All-Ireland Semi-Finals have begun. Today it’s Mayo and Kerry. Kick off at 3.30. I’m at home in Galway for the weekend, booked on a Citylink back to Dublin at 6.15, and with a couple of things to buy in town, I’ll only catch the first half hour. Dad is settled in the sitting-room and is my only source of commentary as I rush about, packing clothes, and everything else I left until the last minute. I crane my head in every now and again as I hear the roars from the crowd. Especially when Lee Keegan is sent off with a red card, in the first controversial moment of the game. Half time arrives, and as I leave the house I call back to Dad to keep me updated on the score.
Later, as I’m making my through the Galway Shopping Center, I notice a crowd. I curiously gaze over, and realise that they’re all glued to a tv screen. An employee from a Sky on Demand stall had switched on the game. I rush over to catch up on the action.
Mayo are now in the lead with a goal and a point, and roughly four minutes to go. They’re defending with all that they have, and then suddenly, a goal for Kerry. The reaction from the crowd begins to attract the attention of others passing by, and our group increases, as people abandon their shopping, all wanting to catch the last few minutes.
Back at Croke Park, Mayo are trying everything to hold onto the ball. Kerry’s Eamonn Fitz is pacing up and down the sideline as the camera pans over the anxious faces, young and old, sitting in the crowd. Only one point separates the two teams as the game enters injury time, and then Kieran O’Leary puts one over the bar. It’s level once again. Voices rise around me as the clock ticks on. And then, following a mistake from Mayo, James O’Donoghue stands up to take the winning shot for Kerry. This is it. And as we stand there, watching and waiting to see if it’ll be the men from Munster making the trip back to Dublin in September, it doesn’t matter which county you’re from. It’s Sunday, in August, in Ireland, and the All-Ireland Semi-Finals are on. You can spare the last few minutes to see it out. And the other 70 odd minutes when they do it all over again next Saturday.