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About me - Dermot Mccabe

My home is in Bray Co. Wicklow, Ireland. I was born here, by the sea, where, as a boy, I spent those long summer days spearing sand dabs in the cool sweet water of the Dargle River. I write in my library where I can see Bray Head with its cross. I cannot imagine

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The moon: 6 of 174
Morning Psalm You should be singing at the moon Serenading your vixen lover Not cast aside like jetsam White teeth frozen forever Snarling helpless at the inexorable Fume and rumble of morning traffic. In the noise and bristling heat You are a bronze illumination The coil of your neat body and delicate feet Like an intricate ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suicide: 13 of 146
I Won't be Home for Lunch'Gently now, don't rush, good lather first. This imperial leather is nice. Leather, how can a bar of soap be called leather?' Henry was careful not to cut himself. He always felt a vague sense of disapproval when a colleague or subordinate arrived at work with a shaving cut. It says something about a ... More..
Arts & Humanities > Artists & Artwork Andy Warhol is overrated: 1 of 11
Andy Warhol was not an artist in the sense that Michael Angelo, Leonardo, Mozart and John Milton were artists. These latter were exceptionally talented men who opened up new vistas of human experience. They were like great explorers searching for truth, trying to understand the most profound questions and yearnings of the hum... More..
Arts & Humanities > Art Appreciation The shortcomings of modern art: 2 of 17
The main shortcoming of the bulk of modern art is that it is the product of self indulgence, pretentiousness or a combination of both. Unlike practically all other art forms, the requirement for any rigorous grounding, indeed any grounding at all, in the basic craft of making art is a minor consideration. Not for the visual a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dancing: 21 of 117
If I Could DanceIf I could dance, the stars would listen,The brown earth would listen to the rhythmOf my feet in counter-point with the first dancerAnd every dancer, from all time and all placesDrumming out the endless heartbeatSeared in blood and bone.If I could dance.If I could danceI would dance with the whaleWaltzing in t... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Economic News Is technology the key to alleviating world poverty?: 2 of 10
The instruments for alleviating world poverty are and always have been based on technology. Whether societies are interested in deploying these instruments is entirely a different and much more complex question. The Romans knew of water mills but did not bother exploiting them because slave labour was so cheap and they themse... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The ultimate paradox: 1 of 5
"I Couldn't Give a Toss Club" was founded on 4th July and is already the biggest club in the world.Seamus Pius McFadden a third generation Bray man announced that he had set up a new club on Wednesday morning 4th July 2008 at exactly 10:35 am when his sleep was disturbed by the sound of a council roadsweeper outside his windo... More..
Computers & Technology > Computers & Technology (Other) Does technology impoverish the mind?: 6 of 29
"His notebooks impair his meaning; his libraries overload his wit" Ralph Waldo EmersonI feel strongly that Mr. Emerson would have said the same thing about computers. He was not saying that books or libraries were bad in themselves; he was alluding to the tendency of people to assign too great a belief in the written word. I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My favorite place: 13 of 53
The Dargle RiverI did not live in country placesWhere God hides in trees and bushes;I looked for all my answersIn small streets of grey houses.I saw mysteries in pavement cracks,And dusty orphaned leaves of grassIn unswept corners and crevices,Defying brick and mortar to the last.I remember standing knee highIn the flood of a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 26 of 105
Bray Harbour 5 AMEven God sleeps in the jangled dawnby the grey south pier of Bray harbour.I sit and stare at the sad forlornscrap of shivering beech, asquabblewith crow and gull, shattering the grimdilution of dark and light, the slowseep and bleed of receding night.That fright-filled racket reverberatesin the bell of water ... More..