This evening I was wondering why Dublin does not come to mind more frequently. I was in the basement and picked up GIRL ON A BICYCLE a novel by Leland Bardwell. I had not read it as it was badly printed on paper that turned brown though I had acquired it from the memory of meeting her in Dublin. But more vivid in mind was Fintan MacLachlan her companion, boyfriend or what not, now finally only known as the father of three of her children but when I knew him he was a taxi driver and as a "toucher."
There is never reason for how names appear in mind, as they simply do...we are always almost unanchored to the present moment
SO to make a list of the dead--- does that account for how Dublin seems to have gone somewhere yet my ST. PATRICK'S DAY another day in Dublin remains in print in the world--though the National Library of Ireland does not have it in its collection, while University College, Dublin's library has it...
J. P. Donleavy,
Willie and Beatrice Opperman,
Stephen and Kathleen Behan,
But of course Grafton Street remains and St Stephen's Green... I will walk by Ely Place where last I lived...continue on and think of teaching at the Dublin Tuition Center or living in Grosvenor Square...and and and... but no longer tonight