About

Evie Connolly is a freelance writer and equine therapist. She has had poetry and short stories published in literary journals, magazines and anthologies, including Beatdom Literary Journal, Decanto Magazine, CUT UP! Oneiros Books, O Ecuador das Coisas, Network Ireland Magazine, Eat my Words (Gumbo Press), Scraps : A Collection of Flash Fictions (Gumbo Press) and Elsewhere Literary Journal. Her poem, 'The Elephant is Contagious' was adapted into a short film.

Monday 6 February 2017

Chalybeate


from a visit to Gorthaclode

Do truths find their way home? Are there imprints left behind from centuries before, when smoke and steel drove paths beneath amaranthine skies, through rolling forests ablaze with oranges and golds? The spa well spills its secrets into the pools of colour collecting in the millrace and along the weir and in the trout streams.

In the shadow of a blasting furnace, iron water was collected by the bucketload and pilgrims soaked in the chalybeate spring. The Gorthaclode Spa was hailed as miraculous before events and circumstance dissolved a ritual into history and stories were hidden in the rivers and streams. 

Does a landscape summon its stories home? Does an element return to its source over and over?

Sitting along a pathway at Gorthaclode are wagons loaded with steel shackles waiting patiently for an old railroad to return to life. Sharing a history with the crystalline rock birthed in the soil and pulled home by the lodestone buried in the hills, is this celestial metal merely finding its way home and are we merely the transporters?



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©2017 Cartophile's Log

A lodestone is a wonderful thing...one of its remarkable virtues is that the ancients considered it to be a living soul in the sky, in the globes, in the stars, in the sun and in the moon.
(William Gilbert)
 
More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism. 
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)



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Thursday 2 February 2017

Emergence


Journey between Viking ports
Ireland, February 2017


There is no univeral tick tock.

'The dividing line between past, present, and future is an illusion', according to Einstein.  There is a profound link between motion through space and the passage of time - the more we have of one, the less we have of another. Physics tells us that the atomic clock has the ability to record this difference.


'Time Portal'
Irish Film Institute, Temple Bar
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There is a certain emotional comfort associated with train travel - it takes us on a time recorded journey inside a capsule weaving its way from place to place. With greater opportunity for reflection, the internal film can be juxtaposed with external images and sounds. The framed landscape at our shoulder affords us the space to repaint and reframe the internal one.

between Heuston & Plunkett Stations
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County Waterford
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County Waterford
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I am reminded of C. Wright Mills' reflections in The Sociolgical Imagination. He said if we are drawn towards a specific object, such as a make of car, we will begin to find it everywhere. We seem drawn towards finding and linking specific shapes, colours, numbers, patterns, etc. It doesn't make coincidences or experiences of synchronicity any less noteworthy. It means that we are tapping into perhaps infinite constellations of possiblities of being, a divine geometry whereby we are the magicians as well as the audience.


Irish Film Institute, Temple Bar
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According to quantum mechanics and what is considered the most beautiful experiment, 'The Observer Effect', a light particle can travel through two individual apertures at the same time until we neglect to observe which aperture it passes through, whereby it appears to interfere with itself and behave as a wave by passing through both at once. In other words, a system exists in all possible states until we observe that it is only in one specific state! This gifts us the opportunity to explore many worlds and to paint many canvasses.


'canvas of fairlights encased in glass'
County Waterford
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© 2017 Evie Connolly