Adventures from Cork Ireland (a small island in the Atlantic Ocean - off the West Coast of Europe) - Hyperlocal podcasting with host poet Paul O’Mahony - Be warned the language is fluid & melodic + value-laden & political - This is for people who crave detail: often there's drama & opera - stuff about depression & resurrection - dog-walking & fatherhood - poetry & fantasy. You'll find this podcast predictably imaginative - Paul trusts.
Contact Paul at http://showandtellcommunications.net/
Tweet him @ https://mobile.twitter.com/omaniblog
The book is "People Powered - how communities can supercharge your business, brand, and teams" by Jono (Jonathan) Bacon, published by HarperCollins (Leadership) 2019.
The un-conference website is www.congregation.ie
Congregation 2019 starts on Friday 22 November and ends on Sunday 24 November 2019.
An unrepresentative Irish man (Paul O'Mahony) talks in an unrepresentative Irish kitchen in the Cork suburb of Glanmire.
The most memorable bit is when he drinks a tea which he calls "Bog-standard". Otherwise - you hear Irish national news on RTE 1
(recorded on 14 November 2019)
This episode starts with Paul O'Mahony's mistake. Recorded & shared first on the LIMOR app.
Paul O'Mahony begins with a mistake. Sean O'Casey didn't say or write "Work is the curse of the drinking classes".
It may have been Oscar Wilde? Frank Harris? Irish Barrister? Wilton Lackaye? Margaret Waters? Well-Known Young Clubman? Gustav Traub? Mike Romanoff? Samuel George Blythe? Arthur M. Binstead? Anonymous?
Roger Overall is Paul's great friend and collaborator
Recorded on 8th November 2019
6 November 2019 - Day 6 of NaPodPoMo
Begins with the story of Paul O'Mahony's experience of reading Nini Herman's book "My Kleinian Home".
Moves on to the story of why Paul has made so much audio since 2012.
This is Day 4
Paul O'Mahony recorded this while walking in a local park in Glanmire Cork Ireland. Walking with Louis, an English Setter, by the bank of our local tributary of the Glashnabuoy which flows into the big river Lee, which flows through the city of Cork into the Atlantic Ocean.
This is Day 3
of the international audio - podcasting challenge on Sunday 3rd of November. Paul O'Mahony talks about what he'll find hard and why.
The topic is book-reading - particularly what Paul is reading every day.
Book No 1 is by Rachel Corbett
The extraordinary story of one of the most fruitful friendships in modern arts and letters.
Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet is one of the most beloved books of the twentieth century. It has sold millions of copies and inspired generations with its galvanizing wisdom on how to lead an artistic life. In You Must Change Your Life, debut author Rachel Corbett tells the remarkable, long-buried story of where Rilke’s ideas originated.
In 1902, Rilke broke and suffering from writer’s block, accepted a commission to go to Paris to research and write a short book about the sculptor Auguste Rodin. The two were almost polar opposites: Rodin in his sixties, notoriously carnal, revered; Rilke in his twenties, delicate, unknown. Nonetheless, they fell into an instantaneous friendship and would work closely together as master and disciple for the next few years, as Rodin showed Rilke how to become the writer he wished to be.
(from introduction on Amazon)
Book No 2 is by the German philosopher Peter Sloterdijk.
In his major investigation into the nature of humans,
Peter Sloterdijk presents a critique of myth - the myth of the return of religion. For it is not religion that is returning; rather, there is something else quite profound that is taking on increasing significance in the present: the human as a practising, training being, one that creates itself through exercises and thereby transcends itself. Rainer Maria Rilke formulated the drive towards such self-training in the early twentieth century in the imperative 'You must change your life'.
Originally published: 2009
The History of NaPodPoMo
In 2007, 50 podcasters participated in the first-ever National Podcast Post Month aka NaPodPoMo. Created by Jennifer Navarrete as an answer for an audio version to other 30 day challenges happening in the month of November.
NaPodPoMo is a month-long event along the same vein as National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you podcast every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th.
Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal of NaPodPoMo is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting bootcamp.
For some, NaPodPoMo may be their first foray into podcasting. For others, it is a chance to try out a new platform or start another show. There are no hard and fast rules as to how you do this. If on November 30th you have recorded 30 shows, then you win.
What do you get for winning?
Isn’t a virtual high five and a sense of accomplishment enough? Oh, all right. Here’s the shiny. -> ->
Thanks to Laura Ross aka @flyswatter you will have earned the right to show the world this nifty NaPodPoMo badge on your site. Nice, huh?
At the end of it all who knows what else you will have won. Maybe you will discover a new way to record or a new show format. Whatever happens and however you decide to participate in NaPodPoMo, the key is to have fun.
Recorded on Royal Portrush Golf Club during Sunday.
Day 4 of The Open starts with coffee & croissant -
Disaster on the 1st hole of final round -
Towards & on to the 4th with Dylan Ashley Frittelli (South Africa) -
On the 4th with Kuchar & Noren (both must be disappointed) -
Too much beer drinking on the course? Hole 5 & 6 -
Rain is getting heavier as Stenson hits a wonder pitch -
It’s pouring rain around the 6th green & strong wind too -
"I can’t take anymore - I'm off for shelter" -
Around the 18th at 5:57pm -
My obsessive excessive streak - reflecting on the experience.
Thanks for listening, goodbye for now.
Recorded at Castlerock & Royal Portrush Golf Clubs
In the Castlerock clubhouse after playing golf with a father & son from New York, a bit of our conversation
Welcome back to Royal Portrush at 16:15 on Saturday -
After meeting Miguel Ángel Jiménez & Darren Clarke - Up the 1st hole at 16:25
Paul's on 12th With Jon Rahm & Patrick Reed
On 12th & 13th with Justin Rose & Brooks Koepka
Tommy Fleetwod on 12th hole
With Shane Lowry up 14th hole
Leaving The Open after Saturday, with Shane Lowry 4 shots clear after an amazing 63
THE OPEN CHRONICLES begins here
The conversation in Limerick
Almost a disaster with Booking.com
Getting up for Day 1 of The Open
Irish voices in the B&B over breakfast on Friday (Day 2)
Recorded in Portrush, Northern Ireland
Arriving in Portrush for The Open on Friday
Paul will have a free golf lesson later today
Paul can use LIMOR @TheOpen for first time
On the putting green with Harrington
Beside 1st hole as the Harrington group plays
On 13th tee with JB Holmes, Ernie Els & Abraham Ancer
Alongside 14th green with Ancer, Holmes & Els
Playing on to 17th green (Ancer, Els & Holmes) at 13:55
The 18th: JB Holmes leading, Lowry 2nd - will Ancer make the cut?
Hanging out in a big tent with a woman who doesn't play golf
After the golf lesson, Sheltering from rain in Village Deli & Coffee Shop - Lowry in the lead
Whisky-tasking with Loch Lomond - delightful experience
Approaching Lahinch - driving through Ennistymon or Ennistimon
Recorded in Lahinch, Co Clare, Munster, Ireland
Parking the car
The atmosphere in Kenny's Bar on Friday evening
Live Music in Kenny's Bar
More live music in Kenny's
Saturday morning chatting
Walking the links : grass, flowers, family & players
On 17th hole on Saturday - a birdie & a par
The tented village has music
Main Street in Lahinch just before 1am
"I need a decent fried breakfast in Danny Mac’s"
Raw recording of a noisy breakfast
My nephew from Canada tells golf story at breakfast
On the 13th hole Lee Westwood & Abraham Ancer
Short chat with Abraham Ancer at end of Irish Open
Presenting the Irish Open Trophy to winner Jon Rahm
That's the adventure: Goodbye for now
“There are no scooters in Cork” - declares Paul O’Mahony who’s lived in Cork for 13 years. “Scooters rule the roads in Italy” declares Paul who’s been to Puglia - for the wedding of his son Ben to Emma - and to Sorrento (close to Naples) for a holiday. “Cork & Naples should twin?”
This adventure begins with the sound of Paul O'Mahony panting. He's recovering from his very slow run. Out of breath, he utters words about golf. He listens to birdsong, as his dog Louis pants. You hear Paul wondering why the birds don't tweet from the top of the trees.
Moanbaun Wood is Paul's favourite walking place, with gorse in yellow bloom alongside the trail.
You hear the Rottweiler and her owners. Plus the conversation. plus how the two dogs - Bella & Louis - get on.
Should rottweilers be muzzled?
Do they have a "bad name"?
Should rottweilers sleep on your bed?
Is it therapeutic for Paul to meet a rottweiler?
You find out by listening.
You are a welcome companion on this walk around the estate. Louis, the English Setter, and Puma the black cat, are with us on this adventure. Please listen with an amused ear.
And thanks very much,
Paul the poet
Google "Irish Epic Poem in 33 Cantos".
You'll find the Kindle Edition of Paul O'Mahony's "Inferno". Written in November 2009, 33,000 words crushed into one story. It's a crime poem, a shocking thriller, an autobiography.
You better be warned: it's a fierce unrelenting attack on certain members of the Roman Catholic bishops' circle, members of government - the ruling class.
But it's full of lines as dense as these
" you wouldn't want
to spoil the thrill
of unbeckoning insight ..."
"Is the Mahābhārata where you find
Ganesh strumming a lyre?
Those are lazy whisperers ..."
This episode is an introduction to the poem by the poet. It is not the poem, however lyrical it sounds.
You never know - this might put you off buying the Kindle edition.
You hear a Cork perspective on the adventure that's Tiger Woods at Augusta Georgia USA 2019.
"I thought Tiger Woods had gone to hell ..."
Some of you detest golf - this is for you
Who will win the Masters? Gambling my money
A poem written for Tiger Woods
Cafe Beva in Glanmire is the venue for venting local frustrations with Roger Overall.
Republic of Work in Cork city centre is the venue for monologue about "Leadership" and a speech which Paul O'Mahony will make at Toastmasters.
Recent Poems by Paul O'Mahony
Intimacy of everyday life
The three Rs
For Robert Neill
Why does my wife not read my verse
Pancake day - Nutella
You must change your life
City of Sanctuary
How's your swing?
What is it like to be a man?
The voice of Beniamino Gigli is interrupted by an announcement welcoming listeners to a unique show from Cork Ireland. Assembled for you on St Patrick's Day - 17th March 2019.
What does Ireland & the Irish mean to you? What three words do you conjure up when you think of the green land & her folk?
Have you met Carolan [Turlough O'Carolan, (1670 – 25 March 1738) blind Celtic harper, composer and singer.] The Chieftains have.
President D J Trump invited himself to dinner. Has he humiliated the Irish?
Why not do nothing but be (breathing) on this sunny Sunday morning?
The Poet Paul O'Mahony podcasts frequently from Cork Ireland - especially for discriminating listeners.
This episode is a rehearsal.
The speaker is on his way to a contest - first round of the "World Championship of Public Speaking" at Toastmasters International.
The title of the speech is "Are You Wearing Your Hearing Aids Now?"
This speech must not be shorter than 4.30 minutes, nor longer than 7.30 minutes.
You hear Paul (the poet) O'Mahony at home preparing for a grand night at Blarney Toastmasters Club.
Rilke, Rainer Maria Rilke, was a Bohemian-Austrian poet, letter-writer & composer of one novel. He is one of the greatest poets in the German language - much translated into English.
Paul (poet) O'Mahony introduces & reads the first five letters to a young poet. The letters were published after Rilke died.
How to be an artist
how to prepare to write poetry
what it means to be creative
how to deal with criticism & adversity
These are some of the themes you'll hear in this episode.
You can find the text of an English translation here:
In this episode you hear the sound of a man (Paul O'Mahony) walking in a muddy field, the chilling wind, a coffee house & a cafe. On top of that there's the historic sound of the "Echo" by the man selling the Cork Evening Echo outside the Post Office on Oliver Plunkett Street.
First of a series of interviews with some of the most engaging people whom Paul O'Mahony, poet, knows.
Ray Renati is a professional actor, theatre director, podcaster, photographer, comedian, singer, father, dog-walker and more. He lives in California, USA.
Paul & Ray met on social audio on the App Anchor, about three years ago.
The purpose of THE INTERVIEW is to
introduce Ray Renati to people who don't know him
delve into the person Ray is and is becoming
(in 92 minutes)
THE INTERVIEW covers 8 topics:
Why do you live where you live?
Why do you do the work that you do?
Why do you attract the people you attract?
Why are you so committed to the causes your espouse?
Quick questions: like "Ice cream or jam? Reagan or Nixon?"
Why are you such a spiritual guy?
Why are you so keen to leave a legacy?
What question would you like to ask Paul O'Mahony?
Ray says you are welcome to contact Ray Renati by email at
From 2012 to 2019 this adventure with Mary Oliver (Ohio 1935- Florida 2019)
Begins with how Paul O'Mahony contacted Mary's agent in 2018, followed by a recording from 2012, her poem "The Journey" for AJ Leon and Misfits Inc as they set out to go Round the World in 1,080 Days". http://aj-leon.com/pursuitofeverything/about/about-poe/
A segment inside the great coffee house "FilterCork" with Mary.
Paul reads several poems.
You hear Mary Oliver reading one of her poem.
Followed by Paul O'Mahony's poem "Song for Mary Oliver on her 80th birthday" in Florida
More poetry including "When death comes".
"My life with Mary Oliver" by Paul
Paul O'Mahony produces three poems in one day.
Poem No 1 : "Emerging From Retirement"
Poem No 2 : "My New Shoes"
Poem No 3 : "Song of Wandering Fog"
You can read these poems on Paul's website https://paulhomahony.com/
Paul O'Mahony's musical life in Limerick (1965 - 1968) Ireland included very little Irish music. Here Paul plays music he didn't like from Brendan Bowyer ("The Hucklebuck" - released in 1965) & Dickie Rock. Alongside music he loved - the Doors ("Light My Fire" - released in January 1967).
While recording this episode Paul remembers how much he used to like the music of Percy French (1854 - 1920) from County Roscommon.
What will be the biggest surprise of this year? Imagine if a meteor landed here. I wrote about Santorini ... A recording device was sent out into space ... What’s it like to go on and on? Bouncing back ... What happened before the Big Bang? Happiness is a warm infinity. What is a mind? There’s a person with a dog ...
From Rogers & Hammerstein “You’ve got to be carefully taught” + “We shall overcome” to “Strange Fruit” + “La Marseilles” (French National Anthem) and “The Times They Are A-Changing” with “White Rabbit”
Story-making with my daughter
This begins with a short conversation between father & daughter in the car on the way to school - about stories we used to make together.
On Social Media Day 2012, we spoke to a small group about how we were creating stories together.
From storytelling to story-making ...
You hear plenty about "The Pony Story" - and a little about "The Princess Story" (which is available on the podcast "From Cork With Love Adventure").
Rebecca Solnit was left at home - Paul walked alongside water flowing like fluid in his mother’s womb. The power within an atom increases like a balloon. The colour brown surrounds the man. A woman comes around a corner without warning & pauses to be social. Light because of a prism ...
Paul O’Mahony is out on a dark, muddy track - with horses & other animals out of sight. Paul is reborn today - he’s got his first (Bluetooth) hearing aids. He can’t resist going on about what it’s been like during the first few hours.
Some Irish doctors are against providing abortion services - you hear a bit of a radio report, comments by Paul O'Mahony & VictoriousOne in USA.
Sony WH-CH500 bluetooth headset test
A chat with Benjamin O'Mahony (actor) about pay & conditions in UK compared with USA - hoping to make contact with Ray Renati in San Francisco.
Meeting a woman & dog - and meeting a man & dog.
Episode recorded on Monday 3 December 2018
A Blank Holiday. • Piano practice + Feeding & watering Louis • People I drink wine with • Celebrating conversation with Fu-ran in Japan • I like Red Autumn Song • Thank you🍂 • The spirit of old Japanese melodies
You can’t stay in Cork all your life. You have to fly Aer Lingus to Paris for your birthday. You have to at least attempt to reach the summit - and return to base camp safely. You hear lots of people chattering French on the way. (Whatever you do book your ticket online. Otherwise you’ll queue for two hours to get to the cable car.)
To get the full value of this episode - you'll have to listen in a silent room (perhaps even a vacuum). Because Simon & Jana speak very softly (and my studio volume control dial wasn't able to amplify the sound).
Bernard Stanley "Acker" Bilk, MBE (28 January 1929 – 2 November 2014) was an English clarinetist and vocalist ... "Stranger on the Shore" is the music I still listen to.
Feeling guilty while listening to music doesn't feel right - does it?
Music you might not expect me to love:
"I'm the king of the jungle"
"The hills are alive with the sound of music"
Leave of trees. Walking with Louis but without Rebecca Solnit. Learning how to make videos that are not perfection - but attract connection with your audience. You hear the sound of leaves underfoot being crinkled. "The space between the words, especially paragraphs, is where connection is mist likely to happen. County Kerry local people speak quickly - like people on Manhatten.
This is the song that makes me laugh, smile & smirk most. The one that lights up my life.
Your favourite? #Octaver2018 would love to hear what's your favourite.
This is Paul O'Mahony's Day 3 contribution to Octaver2018 - topic suggested by Stefano Landi @slandi, in Montreal, Canada.
You hear Jessye Norman sing from "Last Four Songs" by Richard Strauss.
You hear Allan Sherman sing from "Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh (A Letter from Camp)
At 8:12pm the light in Cork has almost faded away - walking in the dark is tricky - there are horses in fields & stars overhead. Light matters of course - and how do we measure the speed of light? And why is it not possible for anything to travel faster than light? There is so much Paul O'Mahony doesn't know & understand.
With Louis his llewellen setter, Paul O'Mahony talks about the passing of his friend Jarla's brother-in-law - and Kevin William's birthday - and there is nearly a terrible accident. Thank goodness Louis is alive
After leaving home with dog, filling the car with unleaded petrol, watching the rain - surprisingly it's dry enough to read all about Wordsworth's walking & poetry. Lots about mushrooms in this episode
Read while walking in woods with dog Louis - Thomas de Quincy + William Hazlitt + Coleridge + Bunyon + Dante + Walpole + Thomas Gray + Rousseau + Tom Paine + Edmond Burke + Mary Woolstonecraft + William Godwin - all are brought into focus as a way of putting the Wordsworths in context
Walking & talking around an estate in Glanmire Cork - on a windy night - an umbrella for protection - You hear Paul meet a couple of lads - Eric Chandler gets a mention - TS Eliot & Walt Whitman too - "Leaves of Curiosity" may become title of a collection of poetry. The dog's delinquent
It's very easy to go to a Toastmasters meeting. There is probably a Toastmasters Club near you. Anyone over18 is welcome. There is no need to be invited. Every club loves to have guests & visitors. It's a pleasant & easy way to learn leadership & communications skills. This adventure gives you a taste of the Toastmasters podcast "Irish Talkers"
As everyone in Ireland is talking about the Pope who'll arrive on Saturday morning, many are enthusiastic - many are telling their stories of rape & torture. All Paul O'Mahony can do is write poems and read them to you.
Panic at Crawford Woods & Picnic at Hanging Rock. Followed by a reading from Rebecca Solnit's book about walking. Start of chapter 3 talks about conjoining body & soul - material & spiritual - and contains reference to Irish holy places
A Bukowski fan reads 3 poems: "His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over 60 books. The FBI kept a file on him as a result of his column, Notes of a Dirty Old Man, in the LA underground newspaper Open City..." (Wiki)
Louis had to be dropped to kennels for 36 hours. Paul made a mistake, and arrived there too early.
There's a bit of singing from Act 1 of Verdi's opera La Traviata. The poor Minister for Health gets it in the neck from Paul who pours out spleen.
Delayed by his enjoyment of coffee on the road, you hear a man hurrying afraid he's going to be late for the 4-ball in Greystones Golf Club.
The last sigment was recording while driving back to Cork.
Starts with reference to Robert Frost by Paul O'Mahony. Reading while walking in Moanbaun Wood in East Cork Ireland.
In Chapter 3 'Rising and Falling', The following sources are mentioned:
J-J Rousseau - John Napier - Genesis - Robert Ardrey - Adrienne Zihlman - Robert Dart - Louis & Mary Leakey - Donald Johanson - Owen Lovejoy - R D Guthrie - Jack Stern & Randall Sussman - Jane Goodall & Dian Fossey - Dean Falk - Peter Wheeler
Recorded specially for Robbin Milne the Painter in California.
To someone who knows nothing about cricket, this may sound weird - hieroglyphics on the air from BBC radio 'Test Match Special' (TMS) team.
You hear ball-by-ball commentary on the last 19 minutes of the first test match between England & India.
Paul O'Mahony says few words.
Maybe I can't change. Perhaps I'm condemned to be me. I suppose I'll never know why things are the way they are until I've noticed a few more details. This episode is a rant about how some people live their lives - and howvmy mind works too often for my own good
Tom owns this American motorcar - Paul O'Mahony was having a refreshment with him in the bar of the Castletroy Park Hotel - after Ger (Scallachi) O'Connor's lying in state RIP (a lover of life). Ever friendly. Tom's car forensically inspected.
I was walking along a couple of roads,
one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide ...
one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak ...
I followed a breath like a hunter.
There were distractions,
high like eagles,
busy like bees,
a sweet-shop shining
scent of fish
I was walking along a couple of roads
when the earth gave birth to twins,
and twins to twins
I followed a breath like a hunted fox.
Read by the poet Paul O'Mahony
Recorded in kitchen in Cork on 16 July 2018
This is a serious listen - "Wanderlust, A History of Walking" by Rebecca Solnit - first published in UK by Verso (imprint of New Left Books) 2001.
The reading starts in a bed in Cork Ireland - a very sleepy Paul O'Mahony struggles to start his walk through the introduction to a 300 page paperback book.
"I know nothing about Rebecca Solnit. I've done no research - it was the title & subtitle that hooked me" - says Paul.
"I have no idea how much of it I'll read - or how many comments I'll make - as I walk across & down through the pages.
"Maybe I'll be educated or disinterested, delighted or distracted, but I'm pretty sure I'll be curious & have mixed feelings."
Walk with dog & cat, talking about the film "Denial" (2016) which Paul O'Mahony is watching: Holocaust denier judged to be a falsified of history - Paul speaks about his experience of going to Yad Vashem (Museum : "The idea of establishing a memorial in the historical Jewish homeland for Jewish victims of the Nazi Holocaust was conceived during World War II, as a response to reports of the mass murder of Jews in Nazi-occupied countries. Yad Vashem was first proposed in September 1942, at a board meeting of the Jewish National Fund, by Mordecai Shenhavi, a member of Kibbutz Mishmar Ha'emek...." (Wiki) The Hall of Names at Yad Vashem is the Jewish People’s memorial to each and every Jew who perished in the Holocaust – a place where they may be commemorated for generations to come.
The main circular hall houses the extensive collection of “Pages of Testimony” – short biographies of each Holocaust victim. Over two million Pages are stored in the circular repository around the outer edge o
This speech was made at Blarney Toastmasters Club in Co Cork Ireland. Paul O'Mahony is a member of that club. He's following the Toastmasters learning path known as Visionary Communications. This is his second speech on that Path.
The speech is introduced by Mary Walsh, Toastmaster (MC) of the meeting.
It was a hot, dry day during the Irish drought 2018.
The video was shot by Moira O'Brien, member of Toastmasters Internatonal, Blarney Club, District 71
Paul left his dog Louis in the car while he had breakfast? Was that cruel? Should he be ashamed of himself? Should he have gone back home to get a lead - to tie the dip up outside - or should he have skipped breakfast? How do you judge Paul's actions? What do you think you would have done?
All about a poem-song composition that began on 4th July 2018. Includes a song composed by George Fredrick Root in 1862 - Version 1 the Union version - Version 2 Confederate version - a little art Cooder - a little Wolfe Tones - and thoughts about what poets & painters do
Boiling kettle of Irish water + Pouring boiled water on teabag + replacing kettle + stirring tea with metal teaspoon + removing teabag to bin & pouring Super Milk + stirring tea + tapping teaspoon on inside of teacup - and more
Specially recorded for #audiomo - first public reading by Paul O'Mahony.
He could have been on Sherkin, Inishbofin, Skelligs or even Rathlin...
He was an outlaw, cast away from the land,
away from his people.
His face didn’t fit,
his family were not from the right side of town.
There was no time for him, he could rot there.
Eventually his spirit would break,
he would comply, he would conform,
he would be broken
- or so they thought...
It would teach them,
it would show them not to meddle with our family,
not to get above themselves.
Yea, 27 winters on Sherkin
27 springs on the Skelligs
27 summers on Rathlin
27 years of nightmares on any island you fancy.
It was good to keep him there, disappeared.
Our family had need of safety,
his family were dangerous,
thugs, revolutionaries, communists, rapists.
oh yea, uncouth, uncivilised, Untermenschen.
Our family is special,
we have survived our own wars.
We’re used to feeling superior
My manifesto :
against the crowd
I stand out from the crowd
I am an individual
Awkward in my comfort
Edgy in my skin
Alive in my own little way
I live my say
I give the best shot I can
I stand against the crowd
of wasters who fritter
their life away their way.
I waste my life my way
I fritter my days into
the oblivion I fashion
every step I say.
Because I am who am
Condemned to be myself
I stand out from the crowd
comfortable in my discomforting way
that comes from every pore
every score of my expressions.
It's my art
The heart of my song
The liver that cleans my spleen
seen in all my glory every time
I stand against the crowd
Each and every difference
See that fella
hovering on the edge
the one who isn't fitting in
the one with the shifty eyes
the glint of his own
You can smell that he's
An awkward one
The City of London
Cocktail-shaker for the World
City of greetings, grime and grit
City of tongues
City of preachers, teachers and elephants
City of wars
City of screams and exhibitionists
City of Empire
City of fires, plague and drawing rooms
City of parks, love-makers, trouble-makers, heart-breakers, imperial, ethereal, thirst-slakers, pace-makers, peace-wakers
City of dogs, cats, rats, scavengers and paintbrushes
City of players, symphonic stayers, hyperbolic cares
City of ruins
City of wounds, marches and prayers
City of bubbles, stock-takers
City of pain, disdain, refrain
City of shoes, falafel, matzoh ball soup, chopped liver, peppercorns, cardamom, chillies and curls
City of deaths, debts, resurrections, assumptions
City of refugees
City of the poor
City of the sword
City of slaves, waves, graves, sails
City of the clock
City of time and charts
City of natural history, kings, queens, nobility, futility
City of the blitz and bliss ...
They were brothers, fresh from gathering,
each clutching a bundle of yellowed leaves.
Two short pants,
One took his booty by the hand,
and waved a sword with pirate fire.
The other cradled his,
and wouldn’t waste a single one.
On they went writing epitaphs.
Read specially for #audiomo 2018 Day 26. Written June 1996
Poem by Paul O'Mahony - read by Paul O'Mahony
I’ve always been found
wanting more than a woodpecker carves
into the last tree
in the last forest,
than my parents ever offered,
– even more than father bestowed
on one of his good days.
I was born wanting more time for love.
I’ve grown hungrier by the day,
thirstier by night,
always grasping for clean air.
There’s never been a father more loved,
ever since letters of infinity
were strung together
on a necklace
that shines with promise
and gradually shrinks
until it chokes
the living daylight out of me.
I’ve always wanted to beg.
Like most beggars,
my voice has been feeble
– barely enough courage
to pay the price father demanded.
I’ve always been found
wanting to trust more.
I’m used to starving.
Bless me Father,
for I have sinned
on a daily basis.
Let me do penance
– only let me have time to pay.
I left the house of my reincarnation
before the swallows returned
the year they cancelled the Grand National.
I walked out the door
before dawn disappeared, drove through a dream
as if in a dismal draft of corked Dolcetto.
I pitched my leaky tent in Wiltshire
’til forced out by a wife’s thirst
Winter hardened the road I travelled
as I wished to wallow like a pig
in the hot mud Bladud found.
I sailed back to the Province of my birth
in a ferry beset by bleeding ballast,
into the storm of a tiger’s saliva ...
(continued in audio)
You don’t have to like oysters
You don’t have to like oysters,
there’s nothing wrong with you
if caviar and truffles turn you off.
Though some will look down their nose at you
if you decline champagne,
it’s not a sin to spend your life
without a diamond ring or stud.
As for grand opera, Wimbledon, Ascot
and the Royal Tea Party,
you’re not alone in preferring to dunk
ginger nut biscuits in Earl Gray
and nibble soldiers with soft-boiled eggs
I met one honest man who ate puffer fish
before his wife – with their Johney in mind.
He founded a not-for-profit that cared
for orphans in Somalia or earthquake
victims in Katmandu.
There are bungee jumpers, macrobiotic vegans
and others devoted to saving earthworms
from global warming,
before the bees run out.
You don’t even have to be like any of them,
if you want your tombstone to be admired.
Your legacy may not even be on your agenda –
and who cares if no one remembers
your greatest achievement?
No one ... (continued in audio)
I rose from the dead
We’d all love to rise from the dead
and snatch a second chance
from the teeth of history.
Which of you would refuse resurrection
and leave the stones in place
until the winter breaks?
My death was cold
and stank of feces ... (continued in audio)
Song of my Butterfly
No one heard the song of the butterfly
not even my mother,
nor the dog-walker
who strode by our garden
and allowed his Bernese Mountain Dog
to pee all over my butterfly’s buddleia.
No one noticed the sigh of my Painted Lady
as she mated with the neighbour’s Painted Man ... (continued in audio)
They robbed one man of his loneliness
when they automated the Skelligs
- a lighthouse for the wider world went out.
You could feed a multitude on the soft greenery
with the loaves and fishes
behind that view.
We climbed the stairs assembled
with the same architectural craft
as those stones igloos.
The cell opened up
first light, then warmth,
it became easier to see the attraction
There’s no hardship in those cells
just the pain you bring inside
that’s yours to cherish.
Paul O'Mahony reads his poem "You just came to me" for #AudioMo 2018)
Pig-sty to cattle track, anemones to fountain-pen,
you sat in yellowed armchair, among psychiatric alumni,
released into a fighting streetscape,
where burnt-out cars took place of bicycles.
Your warrior-self listened to every voice
with the greeting of a saint
who wrote with a sun-lit plume.
Prince of the messengers,
carrier of connections,
pointing companions around wild flowers,
through the thicket of everyday life,
out into a clearing, ever shadowed,
your painterly hand ever active,
you spoke of trees in a family field,
the feed from bonamhs that licked your fingertips,
the rub of the beast that reminded you of animated conversations,
the rough warm blanket into which you were born.
You walked every inch of the lane that led from farm-house,
past copulating ragwort, to a table strewn with words
drawn together for the sake of safe passage.
In that armchair, you smiled ... (continued in audio)
There are times
There are times the rain
is so heavy, and the cloud so
thick I can hardly see.
There are times the dark
is so choking I can hardly
There are times the words
are strangled in my throat.
There are times the pain
grips throughout, and I
am completely at its mercy.
And there are times when it’s
much worse than that…
Toasted Irish skin is likely today - and there are alternatives. Paul O'Mahony has the Cork Harbour Festival (Maritime Activities - Walks & Talks - Culture & Heritage - Family Fun) 2-10 June 2018 in his garden. Paddle boarding, power boating & much more. Jazz too
You’re never too old to waste your life
- the old man cried
To fritter away an hour a day
and spend the coins of change
No way you lose that fear of the living
- the old man cried
Spend your time awaiting, waiting to be seen
and you see it all slip by
You’re never beyond being sorry for me
- the old man cried
Hold back, hang in, stay put
as your life goes down the drain.