Saturday, August 09, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Yeats, sculptured verse.
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
near Bundoran...
nearly drowned on a beach as this at 7 or 8?
walked to a sand bar, not realising it was a sandbar.
wading, half-floating back thru the surf
two sisters, two cousins, me &my mum.
close call...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sligo is redheads...
many moons ago i once had a girlfriend from Sligo - a redhead
some years later i met another girl from Sligo - a redhead.
this summer strolling about Sligo i've been amazed
- lots of redheads
In Ireland, the average is 10% of the population.
gotta be over 30% here...
"...red hair is most commonly found at the western fringes of Europe"
well can't get much further west than Sligo!
Friday, July 25, 2008
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