An Auctioneer's Lot
by Damien MatthewsEntries Posted Weekly on Fridays
It was only after reading an amusing book on the dealings (and mis-dealings) of the art trade that it occurred to me I knew, in a past life, the author. There he was, inside the back cover, photographed looking every part the English gentleman he was. His nickname in the London art trade, unsurprisingly not [...]
“A mortgage casts a shadow on the sunniest field.”
Robert G. Ingersoll
Last autumn I visited Cologne, a city near levelled in World War II, it’s architectural heritage decimated. Interestingly they didn’t try to rebuild with copies of what was before, rather, they built in the moment. That is, in each decade since the [...]
‘In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s mind there are few.’ Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind
Green eyes inspect from over the wine glass rim. It touches her lips. Full. Lowering, tasted, glass moves away.
Her mouth says, “Hi, I’m Salome, with an e”
“Me too” into [...]
There’s times, and no mistake, when a man can discern a woman’s interest, even from across a crowded room (the list is a long one); stroking of hair to the side, flushing neckline, downward coy smiles, eye contact a touch longer than necessary, shoes pointed forward. All that. But not this one, our yard colt. [...]
Patrick Kavanagh, the great poet of field and life, was once in McDaid’s Pub when who walks in but Ted Hughes, later to become Her Majesty’s poet laureate. Hughes, being the confident type, had no problem at all walking over to Kavanagh, whom he had never met before. The chat and drink went on [...]
Sadly another empty handed round trip to view some things for the auction. And a trip that began with a very early start; Roscommon, Longford and Westmeath. Can be quite difficult gathering in a thousand or so saleable lots each month. Basically ninety-five percent of my time is spent saying a rather lonely word, No. [...]
To be without electricity for almost a year has been, in a strange way, revitalising. Living by candlelight and fire, like everyone did before us up to about 1930, makes you appreciate their ways. But still, it’s beginning to tire. Night comes and the last thing you’d wish to do after a long day is [...]
Tradition dictates that when someone you know dies a few words are shuffled about by way of condolence or appreciation. I’d like to shuffle my few here to mark the recent passing of JP Donleavy.
To me Mr. Donleavy was always that, Mr. Donleavy. Never did I know him as Mike or JP. Not that [...]
Needless to say, all names, locations, etc. have been changed to entirely protect the innocents in this true story – one of whom has sadly since passed away.
The door opens and he’s there. Hands clasped high, held tight to the chest, as fingers twiddle. Deep in muttered conversation with himself his head [...]
In 1940s & 50s America, Washington had an educated well-to-do black elite every bit as smart and forward thinking as white folk, but disparaged, stupidly, because of skin colour and aspiration. Today we have a kind of Negroland creeping in again. Although the triumph of Donald J. Trump as America’s 45th President Elect has come [...]