I reported on a story today with a detail that given the current situation in Ireland caused me to smile. A long touted casino development planned for Independent TD Michael Lowry’s Tipperary constituency (note: one of two independent TD’s that hold the power of govt with their votes) has the building of a replica of The Whitehouse included in its plans.
An Taisce intends to appeal the plans on the grounds they flout national, regional, and local policies of sustainable development.
I am still tickled by the thought of not being able to find the title of something called Is.
Some other things that made me laugh in the past 24 hrs
– a shovel.
– a hammer.
– my son.
– a description of a football match, complete with physical demo & pink tennis ball with eyes on it.
– emails.
– two women at the pay machine in a car park.
The Bad Sex in Fiction Award, that picked up so much more press than any other literary occurrence in this country in recent patter of days, should be retitled The No Sex in Fiction Award. For that is the intention behind it. It’s a bunch of puritanical, moralistic woof and note the actual decision makers are nameless, faceless, anatomy-less perhaps — floppy and sloppy we must conclude. The scope of their reading doesn’t extend to their own paragraph detailing what qualifies and the purpose.
Whenever does anyone ever mention The Literary Review, except for this annual dunce fest.
OK this is pretty funny, a writer has just confirmed for me that the book I was reading earlier in the Ref library and couldn’t figure out the title to is called Is. I thought that was an abbreviation for Issue.
In fact it wasn’t a book at all, it was a magazine, though I could swear blind I was reading a book this afternoon, despite having no clue as to the title.
It reminded me how much I enjoy books that give little clue to what they are and offer a puzzle and the chance to be whatever you, the reader, decide they might be. Is. Is. Is. Is.
One Zero Zero Virtual Library
Here’s a curious collection I just tripped upon: One Zero Zero Virtual Library: A Virtual Library of English Canadian Small Press 1945 – 2044.
Each year another (out of print?) text (blue are live) will be added to this digital library. For such niftyness click here
Wanted: info
Is. 12/13 West Coast Issue
Is.12
Winter 1973
West Coast Writing
(edited by Victor Coleman and George Bowering)
Printed in Canada by The Coach House Press
Single Copies $1.50
No unsolicited mss please.
Cover by Slim Flowers
Flip Book: Al Neill
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Does this ring any bells? I was just reading this book and am tryin’ to figure out the title. I know odd bod question.
Weather centre
I have a report submitted to my weather centre of a most unusual weather event in Kilkenny:
“Thunderstorms, lightning and snow.” What a combination.
This morning I was doing some research to try to comprehend how people live in Edmonton. Today the weather is a balmy -7 there. The same -7 that almost toppled us here last week. Today in one place in Wales it’s the lowest ever for a November at -17 but this isn’t so cold for Edmonton. I really am puzzled as to how you go to the shops or catch a bus or post a letter in places where it drops soo low. Explications pls.
Winter gardening
Winter gardening has proved a disaster. Alas. The Greenhouse is currently a mortuary needing some autopsy and investigation. V sad about the lambs ears (bunnies ears?) plant. The only solution is expansion!!!
There’s a bail out special on RTE Radio One right now, announcement due around 6.30pm on this bailbollocky.
Conveniently I am immersed in a book about the depression in 1931.
Fantastic turn out at the march yesterday, fair play to the plain people of Ireland on an effin freezing cold day. Powerful stuff. Christy singing to Joe McNamara.