Paul J. Bolger, graphic artist, film-maker and writer has teamed up with writer and musician Barry Devlin to produce a graphic novel based on the exploits of mythological Celtic hero Cu Chulainn. Entitled 'HOUND' they are using Kickstarter to fund the project and are within touching distance of hitting their target. If you'd like to get involved and receive some great rewards, follow the link to the Kickstarter page here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/438026311/hound-a-celtic-myth-set-in-ancient-ireland?ref=live
Another
production from Pillarstone and Mobius Studio. Directed and
co-produced by old pal Paul J. Bolger. The
short 22-minute film Angus is
currently in post and will have its first screening as part of
Waterford’s Imagine
Arts Festival on
20th October.
On the night of the wake of their
friend Angus, Jimmy and Ted wonder how can they get the coffin back
to the church in time for the funeral.
The film is an adaptation of Pat
Daly’s stageplay “Urbs Intacta Manet”and stars Michael Power as
Ted, Michael Quinlan as Jimmy, Martha Byrne as Elizabeth. Written
By Pat Daly & Paul Bolger. http://www.pillarstoneproductions.com/
A BBC investigation has found factory workers in Bangladesh are working 19-hour shifts in dangerous conditions to make clothes for Western high streets.
Closing date October 31st. First prize £5000, second £2000, third £1000. Seven £100. £6 to enter.
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There was a young man from Madras
who had balls that were made out of brass
when jangled together, they played Stormy Weather,
and lightning shot out of his ass
There's not a lot I remember from my early school days. Apart from Pythagoras' Theorem - the square on the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squares on the other sides - or something like that. A theorem I've never had the opportunity to put to any practical use. What has stuck in my head is this little number from Sesame Street. Some practical advice about jamming June bugs and jiving judges. I'd assumed that jamming June bugs in jars was one of those quirky little laws you find left over on statute books from decades gone by. Or perhaps June bugs were an endangered species in the US, protected by environmental law from being jammed in jars. One particular judge I wouldn't mind jiving dawn 'til dusk is Judge Judy. My wife loves the show - it drives me insane. Granted, some of the 'contestants' are a little ridiculous, but it's the shouting and bullying and insults of the judge I find cloying. "I don't believe you, sir!" doesn't constitute due legal process. You might as well toss a coin. She allegedly earned $45 million in a particular year for these insights. For that money you could easily afford a lie detector machine. Job done in half an hour. Of course that wouldn't qualify as 'entertainment'. Anyway, my advice should you be unfortunate enough to find yourself on Judge Judy is to bring plenty of June bugs and lots of jars - and get jamming! You may lose the case but at least you'll get to 'Jive Judge Judy by Jamming June bugs (in Jars).
Action Camus by R. Sikoryak. Albert Camus (1913-1960) Algerian author, journalist, philosopher, one time goalkeeper and soccer fan. Camus is often linked with Sartre and existentialism, an association he himself disputed. He is also erroneously claimed to have played in goal for France. Camus was forced to give up football at age 17 due to lung problems although he did play in goal for his university team. He is quoted as saying"After many years during which I saw many things, what I know most surely about morality and the duty of man I owe to sport and learned it in the RUA." The RUA being his old university soccer team. It would be interesting to know what he would make of the modern game of soccer. There's not much morality in the simulation, the diving and cheating and lately we have the scandal of match fixing which is sure to damage the game even further. Incidentally, Philosophy Football, an online shirt printing company, has printed Camus' quote on their shirts. The shirts have consistently proved to be bestsellers.
I came across an item on the internet once upon a time which claimed that the Irish writer Brendan Behan and Camus would go together to see Arsenal play at Highbury in London back in the 50s. I can't find a reference for it, perhaps it was a lyric made up by Irish songwriter Shane McGowan of The Pogues. I'd love it to be true. How great would would it be to bump into Albert Camus and Brendan Behan in a Finsbury pub after the match? Back to the artworks. The spoof covers are based on Camus' best known novel L'Etranger. The novel explores Camus concept of absurdism. The central character, Meursault believes he inhabits an indifferent universe and behaves accordingly. Summing the book up, Camus suggests that society kills Mersault because he refuses to cry at his mother's funeral. Mersault, in a fit of metaphysical confusion, kills a man. At his trial, the prosecution makes much of the fact that Mersault did not show any emotion at his mother's funeral. He is portrayed as a man without remorse or pity. To Mersault it is absurd. He refuses to 'play the game' and is condemned. Its heady stuff but one of the great books of the 20th century as Camus is one of the great authors and thinkers of the 20th century. In 1979 English band The Cure released their first single 'Killing an Arab.' An unfortunate title as the song was meant to be a tribute to Camus' novel. Since the song's release it has been misunderstood, taken out of context and hijacked by racists, bigots and xenophobes. So much so that Robin Smith has requested that it be pulled from radio airplay completely. You cannot understand the song without reading the book. Simple.
Finally, The Pogues with Ireland's poet laureate, Shane McGowan, does reference Behan, Ireland's bar room philosopher, in the song 'Streams of Whiskey.' Oh the words that he spoke seemed the wisest of philosophies, There's nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside me I'll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer
I'm obsessed with Poughkeepsie. Of course it's Gene Hackman's fault.
Ever since I heard that line many moons ago I've liked the sound of
it. I've never been there probably never will go but it doesn't
bother me. There's always the internet. This is Jean Murphy on the
town of Poughkeepsie page.
http://www.townofpoughkeepsie.com/historian/index.html
She seems like a nice lady, the kind you could have a beer with and
chew the fat. Then there's the Journal:
http://www.poughkeepsiejournal.com/
Weather looks bad. Second oldest newspaper in the USA.
According to wikipedia (and who will argue with wikipedia) the
inventor of Scrabble, Alfred Mosher Butts (238 points) was from
Poughkeepsie. Other notable residents – Delilah Strong, adult film
star, winner of the 2009 AVN Best Three -Way Sex Scene. Edward Wood,
film director. Samuel Morse, inventor of morse code. Sterling
Morrison, guitarist with the Velvet Underground. Caroyln Garcia,
ex-wife of Grateful Dead guitarist Jerry Garcia. Billy Name (who
really should change his middle name to Noh) artist, Andy Warhol
collaborator and campaigner to save Poughkeepsie Bridge. And finally
James J. Lebar, catholic priest who served as chief exorcist of the
Archdiocese of New York. I shitteth ye not.
You'll see on the town historian page there's a notice to find a
slogan which best sums up Poughkeepsie. They really should play on
The French Connection connection if you see what I mean.
Poughkeepsie – we've picked only the best!
Poughkeepsie – every square foot hand picked!
Poughkeepsie – we picked you, now pick us!
And so on. Afterall I would never have heard of Poughkeepsie if it
weren't for that line.
So I have to ask the question. Is it, or has it ever been illegal to
pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?
I'm hoping it's one of those antiquated laws you find in the US
sometimes, like say it's illegal in Boise, Idaho for red – headed
girls in yellow summer dresses to lick an ice-cream on a Sunday if
the wind is blowing from the south west. I'm hoping you know. I would
ask the historical society but there probably sick of being asked.
And finally a Limerick I wrote in honour of Poughkeepsie.
There was a young man from Poughkeepsie,
Who boasted his girl was so easy,
So when he came round to call, she cut off his balls,