Sean Walsh

On impulse, I lately began to video myself, using my iPad. There I was on screen, warts and all! Rough, you might say. Quite lacking  the finesse of a professional photographer/studio. Agreed. But still… Maybe, I reckoned, the vocal would compensate fot the visual?! And so, over the last week or so, I came to record some of my choice...

Fifty years a religious, Sister C. ‘Calls for a celebration, no? My wife and I among the favoured few. Several days before the event the good lady handed me a page or two of typescript. Would I read it aloud in place of the communion verse at the celebration Mass? Of course I would. . . ‘Read it… mulled over...

I climb the stairway to the attic – clear day, dimlit night – into an empty room full of Might Have Been…   ‘Cross to the slanting ceiling, lever open the window, look out across slated roofs, dull bricked chimneys, towards Dublin Bay and London… so far away.

Me. Like an old Ford, rusted Volkswagen… Starting, stopping… coughing… breaking down ever so often… thinking – about writing, creating on paper, striking chords, in a language (Hiberno English) that Everyman will readily understand…   This Sean Walsh who lives – and dreams – in Dublin, Ireland, has many irons in the fire, some hotter than others… And there’s the...

Click and click again – you now have a POSTER! When I finished work on the text – it didn’t just happen, I had to make it happen! – I posted it to Andrew Brown and he returned the finished product, as above. Leave it as it is and move on, or do as I have done – first to...