by Andrew Lovatt

In the old days, when feet walked real earth and kicked up dust, the spores rose in the air and got sucked in through our noses. The image changed under the influence of another sense; became informed by a contrary or complimentary message. But it didn’t last long. The possiblity of escaping the tyranny of images faded. We are grown to love the image. Open our eyes and be in wonder. Close them and dream images in even more vivid color. We look for a richness. We are hungry for something unspoken, unseen. We seek. An image arises. Fades into another. We are always on the road of hunger. Have forgotten so many millions of images. Yet some become our familiars; treasured icons of our hungry yearning. A mirage in our journey. An oasis in the desert of our vision. We are starved the moment we are born. Image. See. Look. We go on. Put our faith in finding the big meal. The image that will marry us to our desire forever. We wish to be owned by our image. We wish to belong.

A Piece of String

The old man drew a curved line in the sand. A sign showing the wave of things. Sitting in the bleaching sun. A dry finger pointing. He uttered something, but it needed translating into two hundred and seventy five languages. It came out wrong. Slightly different in each. The meaning lost or gone fuzzy. Not quite precise. But the image remained. Became a symbol. Was shown around the world. Became inexplicable. Something to ponder. Does it have meaning? A piece of string. Something to unite the image. Something to tie it to the next. Or to another image of an entirely different order. He tried to show something but the image ruled. It always rules. It doesn’t need Logos. Happy is the mind lost in the shopping mall of never-ending images. Drunk on one and then another. We don’t notice. It slips under our noses. We desire the new. An image gets stale to the eye if held too long. Besides we are not trained to hold or consider or investigate. The next slips in with such an ease we don’t take note. We fall into it willingly. Hungry for image. We have no will to stop. No idea that it’s possible or desirable either. Image is life. No image is death, even though black can also be considered an image. There is no escape, ordinarily anyways.

Excerpt from The Hungry Image, an argument in progress.


New Online Edition

July 21, 2007

Here are some rich new collections just published online – click on title or pictures or here to view all. Enjoy! Your feedback is very welcome – email hereAndrew Lovatt, Editor
Irras Han photo Journey
the movement between
by Irras Han
Taking Shade
with Buddha

by Mark Murphy
click here to read poems by Padraig McCormack Electric Elegy
for the Mad
by Padraig McCormack
click here to read One of Many Preludes by Robert Bohm One of Many

by Robert Bohm
Spring Rain
in Italy

by Robert Marcacci
Subtle Delight
by Michael Lovatt
click here to read Robert Gibbons' Beyond Time Beyond Time
38 poems on
moments of passage
by Robert Gibbons
sonja broderick live poetry reading on deaddrunkdublin Bog & Other Poems
10 live readings – audio
by Sonja Broderick
click here to read Theodore Best's The Law of Falling The Law of Falling
4 poems about
gravity & place
by Theodore Best
click here to read Rummy Parl by Rebecca Lu Kiernan Rummy Park
61 poems of
loss & longing
Rebecca Lu Kiernan
click here to listen to music by Donnacha Dennehy Grá agus Bás
excerpts & compositions
by Donnacha Dennehy
click here to view animated paintings by Konstantina Chochlaka Aim & Finger
inspired by the music
of John Cage
by Konstantina Chochlaka
Strange Stories
& Curious Characters

illustrations by Jonny Voss
by Alan McCormick
stephen moran picture on 3 Stories
+ audio reading of
“The Silver Circle”
by Stephen Moran
russell bittner stories on The Girl from Baku
6 stories of desire
by Russell Bittner
click here to read Darran Anderson's Life After Godhood Life After Godhood
and other outraged stories
by Darran Anderson
I, Caroline
Up up up
The Sea Saw
by Nuala Ní Chonchúir
Ossian Lennon
Digital images in new Flash player, with music by Andrew Lovatt
click here to view ethiopia pictures The Light Within
60 Photos of Ethiopia
by Chris Martin
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…and you’d think that having a free blather space would suit the Irish no end, being folks who like to banter and generally carry on verbally! Which is why you’ll find the mobile phone in the hands of nearly every Irish person from pre-teens on up… as if the technology was invented with just themselves in mind.

…and here’s the drift of it all – that there is more in the message than the mere words: the form of speech in Ireland is decidedly Gaelic, dressed in Hiberno-English. As if they’d take this foreign Anglo vowel thing and twist it and use it ’til it didn’t sound like the original at all, at all. When we hear Irish English we’re hearing the rhythms of Gaelic and the wit of the Irish mind.

That’ll do for a start. Welcome… and don’t forget to check out our main site!

Andrew Lovatt
deaddrunkdublin & other imaginal spaces