21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 011 Pissed

To carelessly drink from the river of silence, casting life’s opportunities into that sea
I stand naked here with no defense, guilty

So easily I disappoint all that surround me, casting my memories into that abyss
In one single heartbeat an unrecognized beauty, pissed

21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 4

While in Dublin we decided it would be in our best interest to rent a car rather than bicycling or hitching. We headed south along the coast, gradually heading west toward the Ring of Kerry. We then headed north along the western coast and when we reached the Northern Ireland’s boarder we traveled east back towards Dublin. After our rental car was totaled we took a train south to the port of Rossiare and from there charted a ferry across the channel to France.

Ireland: Dublin, Ennlskerry, Arklow, Enniscrrthy, Wexford, Newross, Waterford, Carrick, Cionmel , Fermoy, N8, Fermoy, Cork, R618, R586, Glengarriff, Ring of Beara, Inerach, Killarney, Castleland, Limerick, N18, Ennis, Kilrush , Lahinch, Corkscrewhill, Galway, N59, Clifdon, Leenane, Westport, N59, Westport, Slige, Boyle, Longford, Mollingar, Dublin, Wexford, Rossiare Harbor

22 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/22 Cherbourg, France

Like a bunch of cattle we were herded from the boat to the train station.  It was in this company we met a group of young ladies from Costa Mesa California on their way to a concert in Paris.  We were scheduled to see U2 in Dublin but that plan kinda got left behind with a bunch of stuffed animals.  (more…)

24 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/24 Paris, France

It was a relief to be back on a dry train.  When we reached Paris we found it almost impossible to find ourselves a friendly word from the locals.  It was like the Parisians were trained at youth to be rude to foreigners.  Their rudeness came so easily it must have been a mandatory subject in their schools.  (more…)

25 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/25 Northern Europe

At first light, Jim took advantage of getting up first and had wandered off to the water closet to do his business.  In his absence, our late night compartment addition opened up mood tapes, the kind of stuff like mountain brooks and ocean waves.  When Jim returned and opened up the compartment door, he first thought he was in the wrong place but his expression of doubt left once he noticed me sitting over in the corner.  The mood tapes were nice, I could live with them.  But they were only a prelude.  (more…)