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uimhir a cuig (no. 5)
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Nuages
Le Monde est Artificiel
The water is still, faintly reflecting the trees around the pool. The tiles at the bottom are only lightly dusted by sand. I think of holidays in the south and palm trees blowing in a tropical breeze. Isabelle tells me the pool is for sea lions and the trees are pines.
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We Were Escap
We were escaping to: beauty,
harps, and Jane Austen. Taut female torsos, words and letters and typeface, fingers plucking laid back delta blues and alcohol, typewriting rabbits and sacrificial biblioclasm, tattoed flesh and cicatrix, tumbling steps in shady darkness, motorcycle emptiness and brogues. This was about love, about colour, all black and white about books and words, and words in books, and unchained padlocks,
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bicycles and whispers, underwater football through k This was the great escape.
ping From...
keyholes.
Life to Live Again The past is a foreign country, they say But you can spend your holidays there. Travel back to Ancient Rome, Cathay Or someplace more comforting, to prepare For the long, hard working year that is now. Your childhood refuges, which would explain The strange grown-up you remember, and how They knew your name. Your half-recalled domain Can be yours again. Alternately, you Could visit dead relatives. Just think, then, How surprised they were, when this you came through. Perhaps you can collect that fountain pen You lost, sometime in the eighties. And why, With life to live again, see times gone by?
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Overheard in a Coffee Shop - pp. 1 - 2 illustration by Christian Frey Nuages - p. 3 photography by Isabelle Pariente-Butterlin text by Berit Ellingsen Le Monde Est Artificiel - p. 4 photography by Isabelle Pariente-Butterlin text by Berit Ellingsen We Were Escaping From... - p. 5 poetry by Peadar O’Donoghue Self portrait - p. 6 photography by Neil De La Flor Life to Live Again - p. 7 poetry by Drew Shiel End Tree - p. 8 letterpress & photography by Áine Belton If I - p. 9 - illustration by João Valagao
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