Portobello Rickshaw

This caught my eye one night. Rickshaws had been a familiar sight in Dublin for a long time so I don’t know what it was that struck me about this.

Looking at the photo now, it seems odd that in what is called a developed country people should have to do this to earn a living.

Shakespeare & Co.

I’m about halfway through writing a full length play. Unfortunately it’s not my own. Although I’ve had three plays produced, they were one acts, and I’m far from confident about my ability to write something longer.

I remember, years ago, reading that Sean O’Casey learned to write plays by transcribing Shakespeare. I don’t know if he copied all the plays, but I figured if it was good enough for O’Casey, it’s good enough for me.

I take a scene a day, two if they’re very short, and I find myself thinking about the characters differently than when I simply read the plays. More than that, I’m thinking differently about a play I’ve been trying to write for ages. In fact I’ve abandoned three plays because I couldn’t see how to make them longer than 30 to 40 minutes, even thought I know the subject matter can handle three or four times that length.

I’m on The Merchant of Venice now; I’ll do two more after that, and then give my own work another go.

A Fergus Anthony Reader

Presenting a collection of samples of my writing. Everything I’ve put out so far is represented for you to download and enjoy. I understand that you can read for free on Kindle Unlimited; if you do, please leave an honest review. You’re free to share this reader with everyone!

A Child Finds his Father’s Body

An here’s the text again!

A nine-year-old boy stands outside the front door of a seven-floor walk-up. He begins to breathe deeply, filling and emptying his lungs with each breath; fighting the stink that has already started to rise in his mind. He takes a final look around to make sure there is no one he recognizes. People with nothing to do are sitting on stoops, sweltering in the New York summer. From somewhere farther down the block comes the sound of what, in a few years time, will be called Rap. The boy can see no sign of anyone who might report him and deprive him of one of the few pleasures of his life. When he satisfies himself that the coast is clear, he takes a final breath, then, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, he pinches his nose against the stink, pushes the door open and enters the building.

“You know me,” a voice erupts from a pile of blankets in the hallway. The blankets begin to move and from beneath, yellow eyes with pinprick pupils bore into the boy, looking through him and past him. Broken lips part but now the voice is so devoid of hope that the boy almost starts crying. “You know me.” The face retreats beneath the blankets, but the voice continues, “You know me. You know me. You know me.”

With his lungs burning, the boy steps as quietly as he can past the blankets. Once he is clear, he begins to run, charging the stairs two steps at a time. Walking along the landing, the smell overpowers him. The building always smells like a sewer, but this is worse. It is unlike anything he has ever smelled before. He gags and almost throws up. Somewhere in his mind, he wonders how they can live like this; animals would have more sense.

He pushes open the door to his father’s room and stops. His father’s face is frozen in a look of pained ecstasy; thin lips stretched to the limit; cloudy eyes look directly at the boy and hold him. He feels a trickle of piss run down his leg. His eyes wander to the holes in his father’s body, from where maggots seem to ooze like puss from a boil. In the dead man’s left arm, a half-depressed syringe stands upright, casting a shadow, marking the time at 4p.m.

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Friday Foto

It seems appropriate for the times.

On another note, I recently saw an ad for an anti-facemask rally here in Dublin. The organisers are so committed to getting others to join their cause, they recommend people wear a face mask and socially distance if that would make them more comfortable!