Dog Walker, Shelly Beds, Dublin

Bright and dark day again, rain never far off, grazing the mountains.

Later I drove in to a poetry reading in the Little Dublin museum on Stephen's Green. A lovely venue (and a cleverly entrepreneurial idea). Exhibits a bit sparse and rather unremarkable, blown-up tourist pics of 1960s Dublin, a nice model plane hung in a window, an old typewriter and sewing machine, green dual language street signs such as the old one I rescued from my former address, Stillorgan Grove... junk shop wares. I wasn't the only person who thought the admission price (€8) a bit of a stretch, considering that most people would probably buy at least one book at the launch. But as I said, a lovely venue, with a view looking down on rain-shiny pavements and buses turning the corner of Dawson Street And good readings by Vona Groarke and my friend Sean, though I always find it difficult enough to take in poems at readings, especially quietly reflective ones such as Sean's and Vona's. My brain is a bit of a sloth, always was.