When you know the notes to sing...

Ah, catching up on e-life this morning, which ranged from saints' relics and medieval representations of murder to this... one of those snippets that's perfect for a back-to-work Monday.

I've seen a few of these this year, and my favourite common strand is how the look of initial shock on the commuters' faces turns to delight. Lovely to see an everyday, taken-for-granted setting transformed into a site of wonder. You can imagine the onlookers on their commute the following day, smiling at the memory.



Something about it reminded me of the Grand Central/Ballroom scene in 'The Fisher King', when commuters briefly dance in shafts of golden sunlight...

Anyhoo, happy Monday :-)

Monday Monday

Gorgeous sunshiney day here. Have family travelling en route today, two of whom are celebrating their birthdays, so life has been about general prep & the procurement of treaty things :-)

The last few days have been a whirlwind: apart from the usual weekend festivities, I went to the medieval fair (should that be fayre?) over in Barryscourt Castle. Although getting to play with armour & weapons was cool, my highlight was the falconry area, featuring kestrels and owls and all manner of gorgeous talon-ed creatures. (I deliberately shunned the memory of Updike's Gertrude and Claudius, with its description of how birds of prey were trained in the old days. Shudder shudder.)

But before Barryscourt, there was Dublin, which was also whirlwind-ey and filled with highlights. Thursday night's reading at the Irish Writers' Centre went well: throroughly enjoyable evening, with a great turn-out, and a lovely mix of styles, subjects, deliveries. [Note to self: must track down that fab love poem that Richard W. Halperin tangented off to share with us. A gem.] Thanks to the Stinging Fly team for their organisation and gracious hosting.

Gracious host... not a term to be applied to Darth Vader, as beautifully imagined by Eddie Izzard, and represented through the medium of lego :-)