Luke Brennan writes:
Maria Ryan writes:
As an avid reader of Broadsheet, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a very happy sixth birthday. We here in the National Library of Ireland have archived your website since 2011 and we thought on this occasion you or your readers might like to take a trip down memory lane.
Earlier: Now We Are Six
Composites (each of which was painstaking assembled over three months like a reverse jigsaw puzzle) drawn from snippets of up to 70 photographs found in the US Library of Congress Archives by artist Jim Kazanjian. Sez he:
My current series is inspired by the classic horror literature of H.P. Lovecraft, Algernon Blackwood and similar authors. I am intrigued with the narrative archetypes these writers utilize to transform the commonplace into something sinister and foreboding. In my work, I prefer to use these devices as a means to generate entry points for the viewer. I’m interested in occupying a space where the mundane intersects the strange, and the familiar becomes alien. In a sense, I am attempting to render the sublime.
Bordered by Aughrim Street, Prussia Street and the North Circular Road, the Dublin cattle market was opened by the Rt. Hon. J.P. Vereher, Lord Mayor of Dublin in 1863. It was one of the biggest in Britain or Ireland. It operated every Thursday and before the break of dawn, cattle would arrive in by road from all parts of Ireland, primarily coming from Celbridge, Chapelizod, Dunshaughlin and Ashbourne. Some grazed overnight in fields along the Cabra Road. Many farmers indulged in the spit and shake excitement of selling the poor auld beasties amid the confines of the City Arms Hotel in Prussia Street and Hanlon’s Pub.
The poo-trails radiating out from the place were said to be legendary.
(H/T: Spaghetti Hoop)