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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

The Wall That Isn't

Mo chairde go léir, mo leithscéal as gan a bheith ag cur isteach rud ar bith ar Cic Saor le gairid.

I have not posted anything on Cic Saor for a while because I have been working on a translation of an Ibsen play (Et Dukkehjem - A Doll's House) and also on a major and very critical review of Henry McDonald's latest book - Gunsmoke and Mirrors. I will be posting the book review on this site very shortly and I would be grateful if you would cross pollinate the article as widely as possible once it goes online.

In the meantime, here is a kind of hybrid poem about the mind of a child - "The Wall That Isn't".

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