Another blog post inspired by the builders’ vans on Prince’s Street a few months back.
The attachment to the rear bumper caused a smile as I walked past.
It demanded a few minutes of escapism when filing away my photographs now.
A tweet this morning from Stan Carey on the matter of eggcorns prompted a return to the blog. Samples of eggcorns that he cites include ‘hare’s breath’ and ‘mute point’. His full blog article can be enjoyed HERE.
I spotted this sign on Opera Lane earlier and was wondering if marketing had yielded to an openness that primarily considered the customers' money extracting potential – but may be it is an eggcorn.
Or maybe both.
Following on yesterday blog about Breda O’Connell who died when struck by a car and whose headstone includes the words ‘Killed In Athlunkard St.’, I spent some time searching.
The internet revealed that Patrick Manifold of Anne Street, Limerick was in a motor accident on the way to Shannon Airport on 2nd June, just eight weeks earlier, but this was not mentioned in reports on the inquest. The Cork Examiner of 6 August reported on the case at Ennis District Court where Patrick Manifold of the same address was on trial for dangerous driving, where he was fined £3.
Last week was the anniversary of the Betelgeuse disaster on Whiddy Island in Bantry Bay. There were a number of tweets reminding of the 51 who died in 1979. I remember that my mother wanted to drive down to Bantry and see what was being shown on the television. The young me thought that wish very odd. The current me is disappointed that she didn’t get there and bring us with her.
In 2018, I visited Bantry graveyard and was well impressed by the monument designed by a J. L. Fontaine, who does not appear on a web search.
I had not realised that two victims were unnamed.
Another from my visit to the cemetery at Aghada in East Cork. The headstone to Margaret Jones who died aged just 20, on this day 149 years ago did cause me to stop, ponder and leave with some thoughts and queries.
The engraving has stood up a lot better than others that I have seen.
What does 21st Co. R.E. mean? My best would might be 21st Company Royal Engineers.
The spacing of the engraver with regard to YEAᴿˢ.
The apparent expectation of remarrying – How Few Her Equal Shall I Find.
I suppose the world of any period is frail to any bereaved.
Over the past few weeks I have spotted a few small posters stuck up around the city. Many did not survive very long as if someone tried to take them down.
Twitter educated that some similar posters appeared in London.
Definitely are messages to stop and make one think.
The Crawford Gallery was a place of refuge – a place where I could sit with my own thoughts, trying to put things back in some sort of order. Since we moved office, my visits have not been as regular but I need to correct that. The first floor gallery houses many of my favourites including Time Flies.
In 2015, I was delighted when the Gallery put on an exhibition called W. B. Yeats: Resonances where they matched a piece of Yeats poetry with a painting – a combination of different art forms. My visits were longer.
I was reminded of the poem/art combination on a visit to the City Library earlier this week and there was poetry from Gerry Murphy with art on the walls – perfect for a lunchtime recharge.
I have been a Gerry fan since I read of the statue at Stalin visible in the distance from Knock for the first time over thirty years ago. His work has been quoted hereabouts on more than one or two occasions. I even followed the example of Poe-A-Tree and pinned one of his poems to a tree on Grand Parade one day – radical or what….
I met Gerry at the swimming pool recently. He mentioned that he is retiring, again, around now – Happy Birthday.
I would dearly love if his poems and the work of other Cork poets could adorn the gables of buildings, just like Leiden in The Netherlands . I have a folder of photographs on my drive of walls suitable for the receipt of poems. I even have my choice of some of the poems. But I expect that Cork street poetry will remain a dream.
For a bit of fun and relaxation, I recommend the installation at the library – John & Gerry. My list of wishes for a Christmas present has doubled.
This latest blog post from Eoin MacLochlainn hit the Inbox this morning. I was well impressed with his work on fireplaces in disused houses when showing in Limerick a few years back – if only funds had permitted.
In this morning’s read, the artist has donated a piece of work of Glencar Waterfall, associated with a poem to the Phlebotomy Dept. at St James Hospital – the waiting rooms that I have graced have never had such an art combination.
Three connecting dots are enough reason for a blog post after a bit of an absence.
The entrance may very well be concealed.
The spelling issue is not as difficult to spot.
Many thanks to PF who snapped this on Sundays Well Road and forwarded a few weeks back.
There appear to be a greater number of stickers on poles, traffic signs, utility boxes, gates – anywhere really that one can apply a sticker.
I have blogged previously about a few of them, and will definitely be doing a few more in the future.
This does not appear to be advertising for any particular chipper – maybe just to put the thought in ones head. As it is opposite one of the gates to the College, maybe it is an attempt to prove that Latin is not a dead language.
When doing Latin in the dim and distant past, there was a rhyme that I can still recall
Last month, I was at a meeting in the Clayton, although I continue to consider and call it the Clarion.
On the connecting structure between the Clayton building and the City Quarter building, where the Clayton function and meeting rooms are located, they have placed cut out manifestation, or decal if you prefer, outlining a number of buildings in Cork.
It was a pleasant way to spend a few minutes during the break trying to identify each of them. I failed on the image with the half moon over the assumed circular clock.
All suggestions welcome.
I was walking down Princes Street today and saw that the builders working on the former Clancy’s Bar had formed holes in the timber shopfront to partially reveal what looks like a very decorative old sign.
My guess as to the words revealed was ‘Wholesale’ and ‘Shop’.
The Guys Directory of 1916 (p. 503) notes that Edward Geary, Wine Merchant operated from 15 & 16 Princess St. – so maybe that is the ghostsign to be revealed.
I hope that Paul Montgomery retains the old sign in his redevelopment of the building.
I had spotted on Twitter a while ago of utility boxes in Blackrock being painted in the colours of Blackrock Hurling Club.
Today, driving up to Mayfield, I noted that Brian Dillons have taken up a similar marketing strategy on the northside, with three utility boxes spotted at St. Lukes Cross, Dillons Cross, and Old Youghal Road.
A welcome introduction.
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