The Singer
These two here in front of me
think he’s singing to only themwhen he plays a loving lament,
their fingers ache to be homewhere they can play on each
other till morning. The lonelyand the old flames are…
Title card reads:
“2031”
FADE IN:
EXT. HOUSING ESTATE–DAY
A YOUNG WOMAN walks along a painted line as if walking an invisible tightrope. She is
dressed in DARK CLOTHES, with a LONG CAPE that goes down to her knees. She…
Geography
Connemara has one language, two tongues.
It is knowing everyone’s faults but your own.
It is never pulling together except in trouble
And then uniting.
It is not a brand name. It is a place.
It is not a…
SCROLLING TEXT
“Although Ireland maintained its neutrality throughout the Second World War, over 38,000 Irish citizens contributed to the British war effort, working in British factories, and enlisting in the British armed forces and Merchant Navy.”
FADE IN:
EXT. FIELD–DAY…
I tried to smile while she plucked /
the old bandage from the red line of hurt /
where the scalpel did its abrasive work /
and the yellowing bruise / ...
I met Emily Dickinson down on Grafton Street. /
On a Saturday afternoon, there was hardly room /
to sneeze. When I first saw her, I was fascinated /
by her hair, tied back in a bun. I just stood / ...
She put her small nose, pierced with a pearl, /
To the open gramophone of the flowers, /
One then the other, breathing both in, /
Before getting up and walking casually / ...