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…
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 might 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 rub: instead of going all out
to achieve one goal – a lioness intent on her prey –
I butterfly…
Put another way: Sean, Sean, stop dallying, arsing around,
raking old embers, brooding over festering injuries,
real or imaginary, the ifs and buts of a cripple’s Yesterday…
A year to live, Sean – tell yourself –
so what would you decide on?
You know the answer, scribe. Go all out – intent, focused –
finish where you left off… the one book more than any other
that you would dearly wish to leave as a legacy,
however insignificant, to your fellow pilgrims…
Nunc coepi… Now I begin!
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