HeyJaredThe Substack Poetry Shack
My writing and images, and Meg's art - intersections of time, place and perception. You will find ecopoetry and prose, art, photography, and travel. Some is from my past, and some so new the ink and paint are still wet. Tell us what you think. Say hi!
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Third Time the Charm... (opens the original)
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As I write this it is early morning in County Cork, Ireland, with a light rain drifting down over the grey green estuary of the River Lee on the outskirts of the port town of Cobh. The tide has turned, ebbing, the unseen moon pulling the water, tugging, adding its force to the flow of the river, the water rushing out now to rejoin the sea. Soon we too shall be gone. Rivers contain the confluence of metaphor and reality, blending the two, irrevocably.Travel also, which is why all cultures, I thin
Tírdhreach (opens the original)
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We have been travelling, mostly slowly, down the West coast of Ireland, starting in Donegal and ending up in Kerry - roughly traversing what is promoted as “The Wild Atlantic Way.” “Wild” is of course a relative term, meaning different things to different people across locations and cultures and time. In my own country there are places I have been where the chances of meeting anyone else, on any given day, are as close to zero as any hermit like me could desire, and where signs of human visit or
From Donegal, with love. (opens the original)
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In my last Post I gave an account of how we travelled to Ireland, returning after a gap of seven years in which so much has happened.It doesn’t seem a long time, looking back, but if you divide your life into chunks of 7 years each, how many of those do you get?We live our life continuously, but when we reflect backwards we view it episodically. Memory cannot cope with the sheer volume of experience the world bombards us with. Barring accident or variations in ability, we see the world stereosco
Across the Irish Sea (opens the original)
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Travel is usually about the accumulation of memories. Very often, we accumulate objects as well - things we can keep or give which symbolise the place. Souvenirs are our evidence of the experience of “being there;” a little piece of somewhere else that comes home with us and, by doing so, subtly transforms our “here” and “now” to a resonant echo of our otherwise disappearing “there” and “then.”In that sense we return heavier than we were; we have memories; we have objects; we have stories - none
The Long Shadow (opens the original)
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We are meaning makers, pattern seekers, story creators; that is our paramount talent. Our minds construct the world that we know by shaping the way that we see it. Some aspects of events and the world are immutable - it is daytime, or night; we are in one place or another; we are with this person or the other…. but those are the physical details - and easily forgotten. We are bombarded with an avalanche of them every waking moment and most are never recorded in long term memory at all.Our most v
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