Posted by: Bronagh on: March 15, 2011
I live in London but sporadically return to Northern Ireland, to the small town where I lived since birth. I once had an idea to write down every internal thought not related to an external event (i.e. one that was actually occurring in reality) over the course of a single day. Then I realised that [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: February 14, 2011
As a young man, [Salvador Dali] was totally asexual, and forever making fun of friends who fell in love or ran after women – until the day he lost his virginity to Gala & wrote me a 6-page letter detailing, in his own inimitable way, the pleasures of carnal love. (Gala’s the only woman he [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: May 11, 2010
To calm her down, I asked her to recite what I knew to be her favourite American poem. ‘Okay, James Joyce-’ I prompted. ‘James Joyce was stupid. He didn’t know as much as I know. I’d rather throw dead batteries at cows than read him. Everything was fine until he came along. He started the [...]