by Brendan Jackson | Mar 8, 2017 | Notes
Highways and Byways A single walk in straight line The sea is calm enough, a little bit of breeze but not the kind of blaster to blow the cod inshore. He’s been here since 6.30am and now it’s early afternoon. I’ve had a few nibbles, nothing much, he says, but I really...
by Brendan Jackson | Mar 5, 2016 | Notes
A Yearning For Some Place Else In Gaelic, the surname Quigley comes from Ó Coigligh, meaning ‘unkempt hair’ – or in some varieties ‘an untidy person’. It originates in County Mayo, where the Quigleys managed to stay long after the Norman Invasion. They were less...
by Brendan Jackson | Nov 18, 2015 | Notes
At the Tbilisi airport the passport control officer looks carefully through my documents. She can see there are several entry and exit stamps for Georgia over this last year. She makes polite enquiries. You have been here many times. Do you like Georgia? May I ask...
by Brendan Jackson | Oct 12, 2015 | Notes
A World That Someone Else Owns Essay commissioned for the Black County Echoes Festival catalogue, a year long celebration of local Post-War manufacturing history, with over a million visitors attending 27 exhibitions and 87 events in 25 Black Country locations. ...
by Brendan Jackson | Oct 12, 2015 | Notes
Found Objects in a Bungalow, County Clare, Ireland Entrance Hallway: Jesus ‘Bless Our House’ key ring holder. Hallway: Container for Holy Water (empty) with image of Pope John XXIII. Bedroom One: Image of Mary, Mother of God, with Sacred Heart; 3D image of Saint...
by Brendan Jackson | Oct 12, 2015 | Notes
Julie & Veronica Once, to wander the streets of Venice in the dead of night was to be truly alone. Now, with osterias staying open late for more and more tourists, you may have to be patient, perhaps go to the back of San Pietro di Castello to find all shuttered and...
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