Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Walking the dog along the edge of a pitch dark park tonight with the wind in my face is the closest thing I've felt to being alive in a long time. Getting old is fucking annoying isn't it? Every action becomes one you've done before. It can get a little frightening. But at least the city was there, on the horizon - laughing orange, shining newness, and movement.
Why am I telling you this? Because I'm interspersing my diary like ramblings with news, self promotion and weak segues that's why.
I'm doing a gig tomorrow night in the Workman's Club. I'm really looking forward to it because it's for First Fortnight which aims to challenge Mental Health issues through Creative Arts. A commendable endeavour peeps - and one close to my heart. Clink on this linkypoos - buy a ticket or two and come along...
The horizon of city lights get boring after a while (what doesn't) I found my focus slipping into the darkness in between, where the people are. But you have to be careful staring in to the Dubh linn - the black pool - be careful getting into it because it's getting into you...
Other shit worth sharing/recording is that my first poetry collection will be published in 2012 with Salmon. It'll be called Don't Go There, will have a psycho-geographical feel and hopefully a nice cover. It's great to feel like I've arrived at a certain point with poetry - especially accompanied by fellow, and waay better, Dublin Poet John Murphy who will be launching his book 'The Book of Water' with Salmon at the same time. John is one of my favourite poets and a hero of mine for many reasons not worth mentioning here because...
The clouds looked mad - bulbous and glorious, lit up white and bright by the city's lights. And the swirl of them. It's hard to get your head around sometimes. So much beauty and so little point. And the moon up there too. Unreachable. Beaming down like a joke. A neh neh neh neh neh from the cosmos. Well fuck you moon. I'm onto you - metaphorically...
Also, tomorrow I'll be meeting with the other two blokes from Three Men Talking About Things They Kinda Know About to discuss the once off January showcase of our play. We're hoping to tour it in Spring/early Summer, not just the play, but a short slam session and/or Q and A too, so the audience gets more out of the experience. Exciting times. Here's hopng we get a nice run of shows.
Did I say run? Speaking of which, I like to run with the dog. Having a dog is fucking weird. It does things to you. You find yourself saying things like 'ah lookitim - he's happy. Ah let him at it, he's enjoying himself' when really you're talking about yourself. It's like you create this familiar to let yourself off the leash but it doesn't really work.
Anyway I didn't get to run. I kept falling out of my half eaten shoe (thanks dog).
My dog is called Anto by the way - it's supposed to be ironic but it doesn't really work. The name not the dog. The dog is not ironic. An ironic dog would be a cat.
Right - back to the poeming.
Posted by Colm Keegan at 4:41 PM