#Dublin writers

[mrkeatingsblazer]

Me daydreaming about writing my book rather then actually writing it is not the vibe

[goavajuice]

Love passed, the muse resumed dominion.

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

yet another estate to inspire the fic writers

[petalprincessxoxo]

Fanfic idea <3

so I’ve been thinking of an idea for a Bobby fanfic and I was wondering if you guys would like it

y/n has been Josh’s best friend since secondary school. ( for any Americans is high school)

y/n is also a famous singer she makes music like Clairo, beabadoobee, the cranberries and mazzy star. rob has always been a “fan” hinting about her in interviews.

one day when she meets the boys at one of the inhaler concerts Bobby finally meets her and falls for her even more.

Please let me know if you guys think this is a good idea as I will post it on here and on wattpad.

@lovewillgetuthere on wattpad.

Ty guys and please let me know ♡

[gleesonarchive]

ɴᴇᴡ/ᴏʟᴅ • Domhnall in Dublin, attending Irish Equity's Solidarity Rally with SAG-AFTRA and the Writers Guild of America back in August.

📷 Mark Doyle (19.08.2023)

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1941 – James Joyce, considered by many to be one of the most important modern authors in English because of his revolutionary approach to the novel, dies in Zurich.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart. –James Joyce James Joyce published ‘Portrait of the Artist’ in 1916 and caught the attention of Ezra Pound. With ‘Ulysses,’ Joyce perfected his stream-of-consciousness style and became a literary celebrity. The explicit content of his prose brought about landmark legal decisions on obscenity. Joyce’s relationship with his native country was a complex…

[aeolianblues]

Honestly if one of the first things everyone knew about me was that I spent 35 years pining for one woman, and later said woman and her daughter because she married a long time ago, then forget the fact that she inspired a lot of my poetry, I would simply burn it all and bury myself from the burning embarrassment of being such a loser.

But such was the life of William Butler Yeats.

Every one of them had a Life eh? TS Eliot too— fascinating fear of decay and mortality. You see it in his work etc etc, but he also left his wife when she fell mentally ill, for a younger hot thing— some 20 y/o when he was in like his 40s or 60s. We see you running away from facing the inevitability, man, a profound line about death doesn’t change that.

So it’s fascinating to read their works with this background context available to you, it’s such an insight into the human psyche. You know I’ve talked about this a little before, on how we sort of look to our poets and songwriters for answers, to help make sense of all the madness, and without fail, they happen to be some of the most flawed human beings in history. Or in less intense cases, they don’t have the answers we seek from them. It reminds me again of that interview with Grian Chatten from Fontaines D.C., in the NME back in 2022. He’s a poet for the modern day, I’ll grant him that easily. He convinced me recently that lyrics can work quite well standing alone as poetry and not come off as naff or aloof, or can still feel quite prescient and not pretentious or removed from the live setting in which they will be performed, making eye contact with you in a sweaty theatre (slowly getting larger, pleased to see, with the U.K. and Dublin arena shows planned). They can still connect with the loud guitars and drums pounding behind them.

He said to the NME, in light of Dogrel and his painting of a Dublin life, presenting you with the characters, the contradictions, the scenarios lived in his Dublin, his portrayal led to people turning to him for answers, when I think what you and him would both know deep down is that you’re really looking to him for a depiction of your world in the words that hit the soul, in a way that romanticises the moments you want to remember, and can beautifully frame the injustices of the bad ones. Not answers. Just a painting.

He said, people are looking to me for answers. What the fuck do I know?

Same as it had always been, hasn’t it? He doesn’t have answers. Yeats didn’t have answers. TS Eliot didn’t have answers— despite his vivid depictions of loss and decay, he still couldn’t deal with the thought of it himself. But all it does do, is let you read a work through the lens of your own life, and then look at it again through the eyes of a complex human being, the poet. It’s an option that is available to you. Some people do subscribe to ‘death of the author’, but if you’d like to explore the mind of someone who isn’t you, if you aren’t afraid to feel uncomfortable, different, or in the skin of a very different person, it’ll open you up to new thoughts, which don’t have to be yours.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is, don’t be afraid to read something you don’t agree with. Bad thoughts aren’t contagious. You can approach someone else’s work knowing it’s a complex read, and that can be an intriguing and insightful read. However, I am absolutely not going to be putting this post in any poetry tags, because I don’t think most people on the poetry canon side of the internet will appreciate me calling one of the crown princes of 20th century Irish poetry and literature a loser. Lmao.

[jaimecelesteart]

Some bookmarks I made for The Winding Stair Bookshop in Dublin, pop in and have a look round and maybe pick up a few <3

Trilled to have done some work for them:)

[grimgoregrimoire]

Make a pumpkin spice Dublin fog latte with me, instead of writing :D

[alchemisland]

Off my head

In the club they’re playing the classics Spinning wax pinging out blasters Bangers bangers, hands to rafters Sweating now, bliss forever comedown after Chatting shit over cans at an afters Wafting away acrid smells with my hands Telling some girl about my favourite bands Victorian times, that hard to make an advance Crabs have more chance at getting in pants At a gaff either with the cat…

[magnumopuspoet]

Hey mates! I'm Shreeveen and this is my first novel. I'm incredibly interested in Irish culture and really want to visit Dublin. This novel is based in London and Dublin. This is romantic drama novel which I wrote at 18. I'm 19 now and it's on wattpad. I need readers from everywhere to read my book and share their views. Please feel free to tell me which part of the story you liked the most.

[streetsofdublin]

TRAVELS INTO SEVERAL REMOTE NATIONS OF THE WORLD

SAND SCULPTURE TRIBUTE TO SWIFT

[werewolfetone]

I may hate Edmund Burke but it still really pisses me off when his work is shelved with the ""British writers""

[elaine4queen]

After Dublin my mouldy bathroom ceiling was dismantled and disposed of and three cheerful men made a new, imperviously perfect job of replacing it. True, there would have to be other work to rectify the damage of four months of untended leaking sewage, but the completion of this one act flipped a switch in my mind and I began to take pleasure in my home again. I moved some things around, cleaned and cleared. As I did this my mind became calmer and happier.

The meeting of my writing group was a happy occasion too. Two of our number had begged off and rather than making the remaining foursome too small and apt to think we should stop altogether or cancel if more than one person couldn’t come, the intimacy gave us a certain freedom to pursue lines of thought and open up ideas. We talked, too, more about personal things and other interests. Keith talked about his choir - he said that you need a lot of altos in a choir because their pitch isn’t as strong as the higher or lower notes. He also told me the shocking - to me - news that different countries have different pronunciation for Latin, which in an international choir could cause chaos. I’d done a bit of Latin at school and remembered that unlike any other language no accent should be attempted because Latin was a dead language. It did not occur to me that if other people in other countries were told the same that their idea of unaccented Latin would lean towards their own pronunciation. This obviously doesn’t matter in a classroom or on the page, but in the one place where Latin lives orally is also a place where how something sounds is essential, paramount, and communal. I loved hearing about these technical details, irrelevant to his book or anyone else’s. 

There is something about a short factual story that I find immensely comforting, almost blissful.

I showed the group a picture online of the aluminium collator I’d bought to divide my chapters up and keep them in view. I struggle with writing partly because of not being able to see it all at once. At art school you could see how your work hung together, you could walk into another person’s studio and do the same, or go to a gallery and see how artists of a period talked to each other in their work, or how a single artist was thinking. This is not true of the written word, and although the collator doesn’t allow me to see everything all at once in the same way it is at least not as bad as putting it all away in a folder, and worse, into a cupboard. 

I told the group that I’d put each chapter, with it’s own earlier versions and notes into the spaces on the collator. I’d ditched a chapter on London which disrupted the continuous present of the book, and made more of the material on FILMuary on the advice of Terri in Dublin. I was ready to edit.

This nesting, too, was driving towards recovering enough to write again. I was ‘back in the room’.

[gleesonarchive]

ɴᴇᴡ/ᴏʟᴅ • Domhnall in Dublin, attending Irish Equity's Solidarity Rally with SAG-AFTRA and the Writers Guild of America back in August.

📷 Mark Doyle (19.08.2023)

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1912 – Death of Bram Stoker, the Dublin born writer who created Dracula.

Death of novelist Bram Stoker, author of Dracula which was first published in 1897. Born in Dublin, Stoker was bed-ridden for much of his childhood, but lived a relatively healthy life during his adulthood. Educated at Trinity College, he moved to London in 1878 and married actress Florence Balcombe. Dracula received some praise on its publication. It was not until the movie Dracula, starring…