Nicholas Allen
@dedalusdenaries.bsky.social
‘Somewhere, well out, beyond’
Late Heaney (Oxford University Press, January 26, https://bit.ly/40oRn76)
Archipelagos/ Coasts/ Oceans
Late Heaney (Oxford University Press, January 26, https://bit.ly/40oRn76)
Archipelagos/ Coasts/ Oceans
With a little time looking out the window I checked the old shows on the Fugazi website and saw the flyer for the band I played in, Sunday 16th September 1990 at the Belfast Art College. Those were the days. The joke was we should have been called Unsigned.
November 7, 2025 at 8:10 PM
With a little time looking out the window I checked the old shows on the Fugazi website and saw the flyer for the band I played in, Sunday 16th September 1990 at the Belfast Art College. Those were the days. The joke was we should have been called Unsigned.
In the light machine
October 22, 2025 at 6:59 PM
In the light machine
The book isn’t out until January in Ireland and March in the States, but if you’d like a copy eventually here is the pre-order discount code. I’ll share it again and have some launches planned in Bellaghy, Belfast and Dublin for late Feb/ early March. Do come along, I’d be glad to see you.
October 16, 2025 at 6:06 PM
The book isn’t out until January in Ireland and March in the States, but if you’d like a copy eventually here is the pre-order discount code. I’ll share it again and have some launches planned in Bellaghy, Belfast and Dublin for late Feb/ early March. Do come along, I’d be glad to see you.
Gisèle Freund, ‘Walter Benjamin in the Bibliothèque Nationale’ (1939)
Benjamin fled Paris in the following summer to escape the German invasion, and lacking the necessary exit documents committed suicide at the Spanish border town of Port Bou on September 27, 1940. Things fall apart.
Benjamin fled Paris in the following summer to escape the German invasion, and lacking the necessary exit documents committed suicide at the Spanish border town of Port Bou on September 27, 1940. Things fall apart.
October 2, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Gisèle Freund, ‘Walter Benjamin in the Bibliothèque Nationale’ (1939)
Benjamin fled Paris in the following summer to escape the German invasion, and lacking the necessary exit documents committed suicide at the Spanish border town of Port Bou on September 27, 1940. Things fall apart.
Benjamin fled Paris in the following summer to escape the German invasion, and lacking the necessary exit documents committed suicide at the Spanish border town of Port Bou on September 27, 1940. Things fall apart.
It is a feeling which he would like to call a sensation of ‘eternity’, a feeling as of something limitless, unbounded - as it were, ‘oceanic’.. One may, he thinks, rightly call oneself religious on the ground of this oceanic feeling alone, even if one rejects every belief and every illusion.
Freud
Freud
September 26, 2025 at 1:58 PM
It is a feeling which he would like to call a sensation of ‘eternity’, a feeling as of something limitless, unbounded - as it were, ‘oceanic’.. One may, he thinks, rightly call oneself religious on the ground of this oceanic feeling alone, even if one rejects every belief and every illusion.
Freud
Freud
New England is quite like old England
September 13, 2025 at 6:28 PM
New England is quite like old England
My son is in a book shop in New Orleans
July 26, 2025 at 6:36 PM
My son is in a book shop in New Orleans
So, the book has a cover, thanks to the kindness of Colin Davidson. Out in January 26 with some events in Ireland the end of February, start of March. Will be available in the US slightly later. Thanks to you all for encouragement along the way.
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July 23, 2025 at 8:40 PM
So, the book has a cover, thanks to the kindness of Colin Davidson. Out in January 26 with some events in Ireland the end of February, start of March. Will be available in the US slightly later. Thanks to you all for encouragement along the way.
global.oup.com/academic/pro...
global.oup.com/academic/pro...
Belfast Lough an echo of Galway Bay on this beautiful day
July 16, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Belfast Lough an echo of Galway Bay on this beautiful day
For all that, for me, the north of Ireland seems stuck in a certain kind of history, there are places, like the remains of the dual court tomb at Ballybriest in the Sperrins, where the deep river of time opens up into something else entirely.
July 15, 2025 at 9:13 AM
For all that, for me, the north of Ireland seems stuck in a certain kind of history, there are places, like the remains of the dual court tomb at Ballybriest in the Sperrins, where the deep river of time opens up into something else entirely.
Virgil, Eclogue VIII
Trans. David Ferry
‘Farewell to woods, let all be ocean now’
Trans. David Ferry
‘Farewell to woods, let all be ocean now’
February 20, 2025 at 9:28 PM
Virgil, Eclogue VIII
Trans. David Ferry
‘Farewell to woods, let all be ocean now’
Trans. David Ferry
‘Farewell to woods, let all be ocean now’
