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Maura Barnacle: December 2008
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Thursday, December 18, 2008. The Blue Light in Town. At this moment when Maura, Narcissus and The Other have an extended break from the world of academia, some of them are currently in towns that bespeak past memories, and in the case of Maura, maybe even past identities, which led her to wonder.if identity is not merely just composed of interactions with others.is it also composed of landscapes? And moreoever, can it be utterly dependent on interactions with certain others? Anyone who has experienced gr...
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Maura Barnacle: January 2010
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Thursday, January 28, 2010. Why is Mary always blue, she wonders? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I hear nothing but your voice." Jimmy to Nora. View my complete profile. Why is Mary always blue, she wonders?
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Maura Barnacle: The Little-Ass Bird Sings
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009. The Little-Ass Bird Sings. As of late, I have been working on the epiphany story- what it means, what it does, how one does it. (Yes, you all think Jimmy is the only real writer, but hell, the little fecker got most of his wordplay from me anyways. You think a Dubliner would know those things about the sea? What else are we, ye three wise medieval drag queens? Let's prove her right. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I hear nothing but your voice." Jimmy to Nora.
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Maura Barnacle: Sinne
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Saturday, June 26, 2010. The Irish word for the collective we, "sinne," invokes a sense of communal strength. Unlike the pronoun for us, the emphatic naming of "the we who are" brings unity where there might not be any. It also invokes the smell, feel, and dim light of a favorite Cork haunt for Maura and The Other, a place too tiny and easy to be in to make us want to ever leave. Or just aimless wandering? Or the stubborn inability to make a decision with real consequences? View my complete profile.
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The Other: November 2009
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Saturday, November 14, 2009. Maura spends her time in a cave scratching away at the written word in a manner that, every week, seems more like an enactment of the allegory of the cave where a frazzled redhead emerges from the hole under a building to head towards the rising sun. The Center of the Universe, spends his time reading silly stores about Canadian history, trying convince himself to selflessly save the world, and baking far too much. This community is one of the few I have. It's one of the ...
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Maura Barnacle: November 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. To Strive or Not to Strive: Narcissus' Question. In sitting down to revise a story I have been working on, I thought of an experience in class on which I think The Other and Narcissus would certainly have comments. At first, I completely understood his point. Then, my own ire was ignited. How dare this man presume that this character, who is going through things I have never gone through, acting in ways I never have, be me? What do we find in complacency? I used to think as The...
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Maura Barnacle: The Stillness
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Monday, February 15, 2010. He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love. As just another way to show off they're hungry." - Colum McCann. Mary Black says she doesn't want to fall in love again, he's living in a glass jar. Maura is wondering what it would be like to look from inside a glass jar. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I hear nothing but your voice." Jimmy to Nora. View my complete profile.
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Maura Barnacle: September 2014
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Sunday, September 21, 2014. I type this with blistered hands, hands not blistered from writing, as they should be, but from climbing. Though the blisters are on top of callouses, and maybe those callouses are from clutching my pen? Why do I doubt that? I'm listening to a band I used to listen to summers in California after I'd returned from Ireland. They're kind of awful, but awful music tends to be a better back-drop for my critical writing. Will I keep this up? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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scribbles: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009. I suppose it might be somewhat equitable to people who game too much in the US, but it's just so fascinating to think that these internet bars are creating a new group of people that actually physically know eachother, as opposed to video games which can socially isolate people in the US. Anyway, Happy Year of the Ox! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. All Things That Are Good. Cap to the hill. Elastic Resonance does the 2008 Pitchfork Readers Poll. Today ...
