Freelance on the Web

Well, the sunshine has returned and that's all I'm going to say about it for fear of scaring it away. Yes, the Party in the Park was in full throttle and the town was jammers!

But, I have been finding new and interesting things in the world wide web world. Surfed into a site called www.getafreelancer.com where a forum is used and people post projects on them to be picked up by freelancers. All of the jobs have to do with web publishing. My knowledge of all that is very new,and I am still learning loads of things.

They do,however seem to have alot of work coming in for copywriting as well.That is something I can do. After one day I was working on a possible project, but it hasn't been finalised. Pretty impressive so far. Will fill you in as things develop.

Has anyone out there worked with them before?

The Eyre Square Party

Yes, after nearly two years of mayhem, the Eyre Square construction was finally finished and this Saturday is the celebration. There will be all sorts of goings on and should be a bit of craic.

There are still many disgruntled people in town because of all the hassle the construction, cessation of work and finally completion by a second contractor had caused during the redesigning. Most people say they haven't seen much difference,and I must concur. I still think money would have been better spent on hiring a few more hospital staff and opening up beds that people on long public waiting lists can avail of. But, I know there must be red tape that probably says they have to use the money on only the one thing it's designated for and not being able to transfer it to another department.

So,this is something the council hopes to provide a "Feel good factor" with. Open air concert, parade, here we go-Summertime!!!

Do look out for volunteers from Project '06 who will be selling raffle tickets fundraising for the festival which has 138 programmed events across all artforms. Buy a ticket. Most of these events are created and performed by people living here in Galway, it's an amazing development for the majority of local practitioners. Project '06 has no funding from the government attached to it and needs all the local support possible.

blogpoem today :





MARATHON

Love runs
in all directions
around the
able bodied young.

What they know of love,
how to stay inside
the lane,
goes no deeper
than their
twelve or
twenty years.

It slips quietly in,
something finally
kicks;
it drags them
to their
knees.


Theresa Daly

Claddagh Solstice

The other night a friend of mine came back to the house after having pint in Neachtains. He seemed a bit perturbed. Seems he was having a fag and conversation in Irish outside with another smoker.

Another fella (Irish accent himself)comes out and sneered a nasty comment about them
"Still speaking that foreign language?" and something about how they should be speaking English.

Needless to say,your man was barking up the wrong tree in the wrong town for that sort of comment because; from what I know, English is the foreign language. He was lucky in the fact that he was rude to two civilised Galway folk, native speakers.

So, wet noodle slap for the day goes to the fella who probably failed Irish on his leaving.

Blogpoem for today:


Claddagh Solstice


A hooker docked
in the basin
sways in the wake of wild swans
who nibble from the red
gloved hand of a tourist.

A watercolour sky;
streaked and spiked
with Monet’s light frames
the locals lifting lobster
pots talking simple talk-
this Claddagh summer solstice

In the distance, a silver bladed
windmill swirls as we amble
past a field of lemon yellow flowers
“cattle poisoning weeds ”you say.

A granite stone, sun soaked, shapes
a warmer seat than slate.

Talking endlessly, the conversation hovers;
we tiptoe beyond comfy boundaries
knowing we’ve tapped a fissure
in this fragile eggshell of intimacy.

Overhead a giant gull soars,
racing the cormorant to the sea



Theresa Daly

Draught

Rain rain rain. All day long! Big thick steady drops. Beware the monsoon on Raven Terrace outside the Weigh Inn, I saw a car go by and a wave of about two feet high just missed spraying a fella havin' a fag outside. So, I'm going to dig for a poem about the rain-God knows there's a good few in my book.





DRAUGHT

The rain sleeps
yet another morning,
another week;
there’s a thirst
in the fields.

It goes on
for ages
this July
and come
evening late
August;

A grey swell,
fingers clenched
rumbles across
the sky
squeezing
porous clouds;

It comes
again
this rain
that scents the air
and feeds the fields,

this time we
welcome it.

Promise

Promise

I promise to tell you someday
when I can let the words
slip through the gates of my lips;

when I’ve inhaled a
breath deep enough
to push out the words

if words are what it takes
to let you know
the depth of my love.

Theresa Daly

Young Junkie

Fiercely trembling,
the young junkie
crouched in the shell
of his uncle’s brownstone stoop
at 70th and York.

He looked up at
the iron cast terraces
meticulously lined;
potted flowers,
exotic plants.

His pale skin glowed
in the streetlamp,
his face dampened
in a sheath
of sweat,
breathing shallow,

he remembered
going to church
on Sunday mornings,
listening to Fr. Kelly’s
homilies,
the round brown
eyes of his mother
when she’d sing
to him in
the tub
as a boy.

The young junkie shivered,
closed his eyes
and drifted towards
the light.
His mother’s voice
grew steady,
louder.


Theresa Daly

Poetry Competition

Project '06 Galway

Voicebox Poetry Competition

Massimo's
10 William Street West
Galway
091 582 239


Voicebox will run as follows: 3 heats

2 categories Spoken Word/Reading Poets
Slam/Performance Poets



Heat 1-Reading Poets - Monday - 24th July-6:00 - 7:30pm
Heat 2-Reading Poets -Tuesday - 25th July-6:00 - 7:30pm
Heat 3-Performance Poets-Weds - 26th July-6:00 - 7:30pm


All participants must be available to compete in

Final on Thursday 27th July -6:00 - 7:30pm

4 finalists from each heat will compete in final

1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes awarded to Reading Poets from 8 finalists
1st and 2nd prizes awarded to Performance Poets from 4 finalists

Voicebox T-shirts for all finalists

Audience vote by ballot, scores will be tallied and the highest 4 scores
for each heat compete in final.

In the event of a tie, poets must have a back up peice for a read-off and
another vote will break that tie.

5 minute maximum per poet-running over time results in disqualification

Pre-registration is strongly advised-only 15 readers per heat.

contact theresamarynora@gmail.com to register. Leave name,email address,contact phone

and the category in which you are entering.

Weary Fingers

Weary Fingers

The streetlamp, still aglow
Casts a gloss over the footpath.
The orange light of morning gushes through the bedroom window,
Your weary fingers scramble for the lightswitch
As the seagull swoops for prey.

Somewhere long ago,
You marched through the fields of DeNang
Twitching at the eyes of children concealing weapons,
Your nervous fingers flinching the trigger startled,
as their weeping mothers fall and pray.


Theresa Daly

Moonbeams

Moonshadow in Violet
12"x 10" x 2" acrylic on canvas



















Moonbeams


Where are you tonight
this first glimpse of
spring? The night all
balmy, the moon full-

Jupiter sparking up
beside it, a cloudless
sky ablaze, bathed
in its glow;

the air, sweet scented
and light, sponge-cake
and springy, I want
to walk to the water

to wake the swans,
take to the swings;
to growl, to howl-for you to
slither into me;

but it is late
or early in the morning,
and no longer safe
to roam alone

and you are somewhere
between tomorrow and
yesterday; as far away as
moonbeams.


Theresa Daly