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 Scanning the furniture, all of it second hand, and therefore resonant with narratives

the cabriole legged table springs to the fore-appropriate enough since a cabriole

is a scissors-like leap performed by a male dancer.

 It was bought in the forties or fifties somewhere along the Dublin quays by a friend’s parents

and sits now, centre leaf fully expanded, holding up the internet and propelling me around the globe.

 

The sixties woollen blanket thrown across the couch with its sombrero hatted figures, arms raised in what might be a Mexican wave and legs gyrating to the rhythm of a series of musical notes projects me into the upstairs room of a council house, circa 1967, where I played Gene Pitney in vinyl and pitied the dilemma of his spouse as he bailed out on her just 24 hours from Tulsa.

 

 And apart from all this time travel there are the various prints on the walls, Parisian bouquinistes and Venetian canals, and postcards from friends who actually did travel-You get the picture.

So you see the room may not be a suitable theme for poésie but it’s not called the travel room for nothing…

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