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October 21st, 2009

a few bogs, some jesus, and the clatter of poets..

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When in Dublin a visit for any photographer must include the Gallery of Photography in Temple Bar but the current exhibition of Bangor photographer Simon Burch’s work on the peat bogs of Ireland had particular draw for me. I got there in the afternoon and the place was definitely busy and it was great to have to squeeze my way around the bookstore. An interest in photography alive and well in Ireland. Burch’s exhibition titled ‘Under a Grey Sky looks at a delicate landscape that has become heavily industrialized due to the cutting of turf for fuel. It includes some beautiful muted landscapes and portraits of people from local communities. At a time when the environment and talk of saving our natural heritage is everywhere it’s a timely show and an important one. The peat bogs of Ireland are a unique landscape and it was good to see this element of our landscape being explored by a photographer.

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Over at the National Photographic Archive gallery which is a stone’s throw from the gallery of photography, there’s a great exhibit of 1950’s and 60’s photos by photographer Elinor Wiltshire. The show called “If you ever go to Dublin town’ depicts street scenes of the Dublin of the era. Scenes from everyday life, children playing, all Ireland football fans, beachgoers at Sandymount strand. She also shot scenes of evictions of tenants from York St to the new developments which later became notorious for their own social ills, the Ballymun flats. Some of my favorite shots were of the Monaghan poet Patrick Kavanagh at this home in Iniskeen. Kavanagh a friend of Wiltshire’s, although one of the great Irish poets is often neglected visually and you’d hardly ever see a picture of him anywhere, whereas pictures of Joyce, Yeats etc would be almost permanently imprinted on our brains. Wiltshire who shot with a Rollieflex brought to her work a sensibility which reminded me of the type of work that Cartier Bresson became famous for. She had a great ability to recognize the value in the observation of the ‘everyday’.The National Photographic archive is part of the National Library and contains 630,000 images relating to Ireland and it’s past including important historical events as the 1916 rising. The library is currently in the process of digitizing the entire collection(many glass plate negatives) in an effort to get it all online thereby facilitating public access to the collection.

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Patrick Kavanagh at his home in Iniskeen © Elinor Wiltshire

Sticking with the National Library. There’s a fantastic exhibit of one of our greatest writers WB Yeats’ work and life on there. Now I never knew Yeats had an obsession with the occult, with getting married, that his wife was 20 years younger than him nor that Thoreau was one of his greatest influences. When I was in school he wasn’t my favorite but I have learned in my later years to have a deeper appreciation for his use of ‘flowery’ language which used not resonate with me.  It’s a beautiful exhibit with the Verse and Vision room being my favorite where you can listen to renditions of  some of his poetry being read by some well known Irish artists whilst images of nature appear on lightboxes. The online exhibit at the National Library site is notably good as well.

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Last but not least over at the Sebastian Guinness gallery is ever controversial American born David LaChapelle’s exhibit titled ‘American Jesus’. Now Chapelle is one of those artists I suppose we all love or hate. And being as this show has a particular religious bent mixed with Chapelle’s trademark tendency to lay on the kitsch and the bling he’s probably not going to garner a huge audience in Catholic Ireland. You never know though. Stranger things HAVE happened in Catholic Ireland. Anyway Chapelle is I think always worth checking out whether you believe or not like journalist Gerry McCarthy when he described Chapelle’s work in last week’s Sunday Times Culture magazine  as  a”brand of kitsch” having “passed it’s sell-by date”.

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The invite for Chapelle's Dublin show

Well with all the talk of cutting arts funding in Ireland and of cutting the artists tax exemption status we may be heading into miserable days for the cultural fabric of the country. Certainly when I went to a production of Frank McGuinness’s ‘Someone who’ll watch over me’ at the Garage theatre in Monaghan last month it would seem that most people couldn’t give a toss about the arts in their community. I think I counted oh about 18 people there. At 15 euros a pop it’s not cheap and I’ve been told ‘it’s the times that are in it’ meaning apparently nobody has any money. But on any given night out on the weekend the pubs are heaving. I’d say it’s less the times and more a case of what we choose to spend our money on. Anyway I’m not here too talk about the future of the arts in Ireland and how much we Irish are fond of the drink. We could write a book on  either of those subjects.  Just here the last few days in Dublin I managed to catch a couple of exhibits that fortunately would give one strong hope for the appreciation of the arts and it’s place within Irish culture. That said there’s no accounting for what the current administration will do to the arts when cuts that have been referred to as ’savage’ by a govt minister are announced in the December budget.

September 1st, 2009

the day I met….Dave Eggers

There I was holed up at the home office pushing pixels around. It was beautiful outside and I was going into my 7th hour of staring at the computer screen. It was time to get out. My mind numb from repetition, I needed fresh air and a few revolutions on the bike to blow the staleness away. I headed up 24th street towards the Noe Valley neighborhood. I’d just parked the bike at a usual spot of mine in front of the Cover to Cover bookstore. I turned around to check out their bargain books that always lie there on a table outside.

It was a small page. Letter size. It was the notice taped to the window that read ‘Dave Eggers, today 2-4pm. “Today” ? ‘I muttered to myself. Checked the time. It was 3pm. “Really”? I heard me ask myself. I poked my head in the door. There was a handful of people standing in front of a guy sitting at a desk. All in all we were probably outnumbered by the staff. But yes it was Eggers and it was quickly becoming one of those situations where you find yourself in a good place at the right time. I tidied my helmet hair head, brushed the beads of sweat off my brow and I joined the queue.

I read Eggers story ‘What is the What’ last year and it immediately struck me. It is a powerful story based around Valentino Achak Deng’s, flight from war torn Sudan into refugee camps in Ethiopia and finally resettlement in Atlanta. Valentino was one of thousands of children who escaped the brutal civil war that ravaged his country from 1983 to 2005. One of the thousands who became known as the ‘Lost boys of Sudan’. It is at the same time a brutal account of repression and the triumph of the human spirit in it’s battle to survive. Eggers was a Pulitzer finalist for his book a ‘Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ which I haven’t even gotten to yet. The fact that he lives in San Francsico now and opened his project 826 Valencia aimed at helping kids 6-18years develop their writing skills, a couple of doors down from me, compelled me to this man even more. For Dave Eggers is not just a writer. He’s a journalist, an activist, a participant in his community and a human being with his mind wide open to what goes on around him and not just in the bubble of San Francisco but the wider world. For that as well as his talent, I have admired him.

So my turn came and I walked up to where he was sitting at his wee desk. He was definitely a handsome, healthy, happy looking man. I got a good feeling about him instantly. We had a nice chat him and I. He like every good Irish American was eager to tell me of his Irish roots. ‘I’m 7/8ths Irish’ he said. Hence McSweeneys the name of his San Francisco publishing company.  ”Fair enough, that’ll do” I said, with a wry smile. He was off to Ireland in a few days to help acclaimed Irish author Roddy Doyle open the Dublin equivalent of 826. His pride in his Irish roots was demonstrated with a extravagant scribble across my copy of his new book proclaiming such.

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It reads : ‘To Michelle, Hail Ireland and all things Irish. Your true friend, Dave Eggers (nee McSweeney)”.

If his new book ‘Zeitoun’ a story of Abdulrahman and Kathy Zeitoun struggling in the tragedy of New Orelans that was Hurricane Katrina, is anything like ‘What is the What’ you’d have a good mind to go get yourself a copy of it.

Dave Eggers is a literary gem that we have here in this city and he can be my ‘true friend’ and neighbor any day.

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