Jay Douglas
Loneliness
And I laughed when she said it
Now looking back it makes me sad ‘cos none of it was ever funny
But it was all that I could muster up to shove in front of trust been tossed assunder
Incognito, Under covers
Moth coughs, fluff clots, dust and clutter
Sense had long since done a runner
But it was fun
It was summer
It was young and we were dumber
It was lazy
it was Sunday on a Monday and a Wednesday
Never end days
but they all do
Way back when days
When I knew you
Biography
Ruairi Fallon Mc Guigan’s (1993 Belfast) paintings, prints and objects combine memories, architectural desires, the domestic and his cultural background. Fictional spaces are constructed and distorted in order to convey insight into his political and domestic existence.