as you all know the line between the real blurs, was there ever any real per se? or did or does anyone really want reality? where will the poets end up then so? more in love, or less, with themselves? ;-)
Poetry from Des Donnelly - Irish poet born 1955, Co. Tyrone, north Ireland. Still writing. Disclosure: some of this material has been written by a pencil, typewriter or word processor.
Thursday, August 27, 2026
Wednesday, August 26, 2026
Flashmob Flashmob come on down
You know yourself, years ago it was 70 hours (content upload an hour) now it must be scary.. but so beautiful, as this..
aDez z
Saturday, August 01, 2026
Glen..
.
Glen Hansard
what even to say when a giant dies early...
I loved to see him on video here and there and humble
a few years back I remember him busking in Italy
sat on the side of the street like all on the bottom deck
taking a few coins as they came
fast forward to Shakespeare and Company, Paris
himself and Lisa Hannigan Blue Moon
one of those things to want to be there
for the unique moment, gone
gone never forgotten, Glen.. x
I loved to see him on video here and there and humble
a few years back I remember him busking in Italy
sat on the side of the street like all on the bottom deck
taking a few coins as they came
fast forward to Shakespeare and Company, Paris
himself and Lisa Hannigan Blue Moon
one of those things to want to be there
for the unique moment, gone
gone never forgotten, Glen.. x
Labels:
Glen Hansard