Tag Archives: ireland

at a full stop in the Gasterntal

Posted on February 22, 2017 by jonathan trustram

and how to go on? How to write on a subject about which I know next to nothing, but find myself drawn to? But first, one or two more deviations, diversions and prohibitions: 15. We moved to Cold Ashton, north … Continue reading →

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still remembering the Somme

Posted on August 22, 2016 by jonathan trustram

They began their commemorations early in Bushmills. I took this photo in 2012: In the Gates of Death, rejoice! We see and hold the good – bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice with freedom’s brotherhood! 60,000 died on … Continue reading →

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Vodnikov Dom again, rare plants, rare places

Posted on December 8, 2014 by jonathan trustram

I got stuck. I got lost. I was trying to write about, or move towards writing about, certain perfect spots, mostly in the mountains, and trying not to use words like perfect, or magical, or secret, or timeless, or sacred … Continue reading →

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At Vodnikov Dom, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, Thlaspi rotundifolium

Posted on October 29, 2014 by jonathan trustram

So long on introductions and scene setting I don’t arrive. Now I’ll miss the 7 17 train and have to wait half an hour, and I was so pleased with myself for starting work a couple of times at 7. … Continue reading →

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‘where moth doth not corrupt’ My memories of Yugoslavia are like gold in that they will not tarnish. Unlike the whale bones in the Hvalsalen in Bergen that Kathleen Jamie writes about in Sightlines, they don’t gather dust. They don’t … Continue reading →

Posted on June 1, 2013 by jonathan trustram | Leave a comment

On urination, a post script

Posted on August 19, 2012 by jonathan trustram

Ballywillan cemetery

Portrush moves up the hill as the graves move down

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