A little patch of ground I find myself in every week picking Joseph up from his football club….these boards somebody has put up quite near the Gaelic school in Finnieston,...
A little patch of ground I find myself in every week picking Joseph up from his football club….these boards somebody has put up quite near the Gaelic school in Finnieston, Glasgow. Little holes and gaps to look through. There’s nothing to see when you do, only wasteground. But still I look through, in case there is some surprize on the other side, Narnia or Hawick. the act itself is worth it. A hole in a wall. It speaks of something in painting, the canvas being a wall of sorts, a partition or a curtain like the torn one in Hamlet.
When I put my nose to the hole I smell the floodplain of the canal after a hurricane and the spots of green grass where thousands of Irish have lain