Sean Walsh

I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…

Conclave – Mark 2.

Published on Sunday 19th November 2017 by Sean Walsh

CONCLAVE, the new, shorter, tighter, faster-moving version is now available on etc. And all the better for my editing during the past several weeks – even if I say so myself! Set against the backdrop of the first Good Friday, the storyline is uncannily familiar – and relevant: the High Priest, Caiaphas, and his Inner Circle meet behind closed doors to...

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Catch Up

Published on Thursday 2nd November 2017 by Sean Walsh

Years ago when I worked in RTE as a Drama producer, a young and very shy Corkonian, Kieran Slyne, had just begun to work as a Sound Effects man in Studio 9. (Drama suite.)  I sensed his insecurity… softly, softly… we got on well…   Some time later he transferred to TV and we lost contact, went our different ways....

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Judas Relents

Published on Tuesday 31st October 2017 by Sean Walsh

At the start of the year, Pope Francis on clericalism. Celebrating Mass in Santa Marta… He cited the return of the sorrowful Judas to the Sanhedrin – and the coldness with which they received him… No good shepherds, they… Their attitude the very antithesis of the Lord’s ever forgiving… Their preoccupation with minutiae, the precepts of the law, in sharp...

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Intro to Notes…

Published on Thursday 26th October 2017 by Sean Walsh

Ireland of the late 70’s, early 80’s, recalled…   A man looks back, re-lives his boyhood years – not so much A Voyage Round my Father as Travels with my Dad… memories elicited by a psychiatrist to whom he submits as part of an attempt to extricate himself from the debris of a sundered marriage…   And in the frame,...

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Travels with My Dad.

Published on Wednesday 25th October 2017 by Sean Walsh

Me warm and secure and proud as Punch, beside him in the Standard, chugging along at forty, knowing he’d get us there and home again, safely… Out by Ravensdale and Riverstown to Carlingford of the Norman castles. Lemonade and biscuits in O’Hare’s pub, me on a high stool… The Railway hotel in Greenore; herrings and mash in O’Meath…   And...

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