#fishamble street

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#OTD in 1742 – Handel’s Messiah is performed for the first time, conducted by the composer, at Mr. Neale’s Great Music Hall, Fishamble Street, Dublin, before an audience of 700.

George Frideric Handel (who had lived in London for many years) decided to visit Dublin. He also had received an invitation from the British Viceroy of Ireland, the Duke of Devonshire in Dublin.  At the time, Handel apparently was somewhat discontented with recent London reviews and with the treatment of some of his works, as a result he decided to visit Ireland. He had completed writing a new…

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FISHAMBLE STREET ONE OF THE OLDEST IN DUBLIN

Fishamble Street is one of the oldest streets in Dublin, dating back to the 10th century. It was originally named Vicus Piscariorum, or Fish Street, after the fish shambles or stalls that once lined it.

AND THE SURROUNDING AREA Fishamble Street is one of the oldest streets in Dublin, dating back to the 10th century. It was originally named Vicus Piscariorum, or Fish Street, after the fish shambles or stalls that once lined it. The street was also known as the official fish market for Dublin until the end of the 17th century when the city markets were moved to the north bank of the Liffey. In…

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Human skull with evidence of a severe sword blow/cut from Viking Age Dublin (Fishamble Street), After death the head appears to have been impaled on a spike (photo after National Museum of Ireland)

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Dublin Uncovered - Discovering the City's Rich History and Heritage

Dublin's rich heritage and history are part of its fabric. These top tourist attractions will let you know more about the city's proud history. This former prison has been turned into a museum which provides a history of Ireland's turbulent past. This is a must see attraction. Native Americans Prior to the beginning of the 1800s, Native American tribes made their homes in the area now called Dublin. The lush landscape of the area and easy access to wildlife and water as well as its natural beauty was a great location to establish tribal communities. Ferris-Wright Park is home to several earthworks and burial mounds which date to thousands of years ago. You can also explore the farm and homestead of the 1800s. William Catlin, a famous explorer, naturalist and painter who traveled the United States in the early nineteenth century alongside Native American tribes. While his views of the Indians was more sympathetic, he offered us a glimpse of their culture and lifestyle. Vikings The Vikings created a significant impact on Dublin by constructing new structures and altering the lives of the people. Conditions for middle - and upper-class citizens were greatly improved during their time in Dublin. Chimneys became standard and glass windows were also introduced. Archaeological digs in Dublin, York and elsewhere have uncovered a wealth of details about the Vikings. The remains of the excavations were well preserved since the sites excavated at Fishamble Street were flooded, permitting the preservation of manufactured and trade items as well as dwellings for residential use (Bradley 1984). Visit the Viking Exhibition in Dublinia. There, you can try on a horned helmet and attempt understanding the Viking runic alphabet. The Viking Ship Museum also shows the visitors the experience of having to be on the Viking vessel and the dangers the long voyages were. Early Christians In the 460s, before in the 460s, when Saint Patrick began his travels throughout Ireland, a tiny Celtic church had already been built on this spot. This church was part the larger enclosure, which included a hospital, a hostel for travelers as well as a hostel. It is based on archeological evidence that suggests that the first Christian community of Dublin was prosperous. Tools for manufacturing such as needles and spindles were found, as have board games and other toys, and even the whalebone "ironing board" which was used to smooth the cloth. Grave products such as silver coins such as coin-dies, coin-dies, and leather "testers" are evidence of large volume of trade. Furthermore, a uniform system of measuring and weights has been established. The discovery of keels, stems and ship planks that were nailed to the keels suggests that Scandinavian techniques were employed in building ships.

Medieval Times The streets of Dublin are filled with history - tavern symbols, drinking jugs of ice and cow horns have been found in archaeological digs. But what would Dublin appear like in Viking and Medieval times? This animated video from the City Archaeology Team gives you an insight into the city's appearance in the medieval and Viking eras. It's amazing what occurs when you take off the surface of an modern city. Archaeologists are digging the streets of the capital to prepare for the Luas Cross City project. They've uncovered traces of history which have helped to shape the city's character over the past hundreds of years. From uncovering the site of a tanning facility from the medieval era to locating mass graves from an outbreak of cholera (which was the inspiration for Bram Stoker's Dracula) this book examines the numerous discoveries that were made. Modern Times Dublin is an excellent way to discover more about Irish tradition and history. There are numerous museums you can visit, and the city is full of historical sights. Dublin's main museums are all accessible for free, but certain museums do have special temporary exhibits. EPIC is the most visited museum in Dublin (fee). This interactive and unique experience traces the story of Ireland in the realm of literature, music and sport. It also includes fashion, politics, science, and fashion. The Guinness Storehouse is another museum worth a visit (fee). It's a fantastic place to discover more about Guinness its history and also to enjoy their famous beer. It is a great choice for families. Video credits: YouTube

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Dublin Uncovered - Discovering the City's Rich History and Heritage

Dublin's rich heritage and history are a part of Dublin's fabric. These top attractions can help you understand the proud history of Dublin. This prison was turned into a museum that documents Ireland's turbulent past. This is a must see attraction. Native Americans In the early 1700s, Native American tribes made their homes in the region which is now known as Dublin. The region's lush terrain, easy access to wildlife and water, and its abundant terrain made it an ideal location for tribal settlements. Ferris-Wright Park contains a number of burial mounds, earthworks as well as other structures from the past. You can also discover a family homestead and farm dating back to the 1800s. Famed explorer, painter and naturalist William Catlin spent time touring the nation that would eventually become the United States with Native American tribes in the first quarter of the 19th century. Although his opinion of Indians was more positive, he did give us an insight into their culture and lifestyle. Vikings The Vikings made a profound impact on Dublin by constructing new structures and transforming the lives of the inhabitants. While they were in the city, conditions for the upper and middle classes were greatly improved. Chimneys became standard and glass windows were also introduced. Archaeological excavations have revealed an abundance of information about the life of the Vikings in Dublin and York. The material was preserved well because plots located at Fishamble Street had been flooded. This allowed for the protection and preservation of manufactured goods including trade goods as well as residential dwellings. Experience a journey back in time to the Viking exhibition at Dublinia. You can test out a Viking helmet and also learn the runic alphabet. The Viking Ship Museum also shows you what it was like to live on an Viking ship and how hazardous the long voyages were. Early Christians As Saint Patrick began his journey throughout Ireland in the year 460, a small Celtic church was already on this site. It is believed to have been part of an ecclesiastical enclave that included a hospital as well as a hostel for travellers. It's based on archeological finds that we know that the early Christian community of Dublin was prosperous. Spindles, needles and board games, as well as toys, a whalebone ironing board to smooth fabrics, as well as other tools used in manufacturing has been made. Evidence of a substantial volume of trade can be found in grave goods like coins made of silver, coin dies and"testers" made of leather. A uniform system for weights as well as measurements has also been devised. The discovery of keels, stems and ship planks tied to the keels suggest that Scandinavian techniques were utilized when building ships. Medieval Times Archaeological digs have revealed drinking jugs, tavern-style coins as well as cow horns that were found in the streets of the city. What might Dublin look like in Viking or Medieval times? This video by the City Archaeology Team gives you an insight into the city's appearance in medieval and Viking times. If you get a glimpse of a metropolis that is urban, it's amazing what you discover. Archaeologists are digging an area of the city's footpaths in order to prepare for the new Luas Cross City tram project and have found traces of history that mould the character of the city throughout the centuries. From uncovering the location of a tanning facility from the medieval era to uncovering mass graves resulting from the cholera epidemic (which inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula) this book examines some of the many discoveries that were made. Modern Times Visiting Dublin in the present day is a fantastic method to get a better understanding of Irish history and its culture. There are a variety of museums to visit and the city is packed with historic sites. The majority of the museums in Dublin are open to the public for free However, some museums have limited hours or special exhibitions that charge the payment of a fee. EPIC is the most frequented museum in Dublin (fee). This unique interactive experience tells the story of Ireland in literature, music and sport. It also features science, politics, and fashion. The Guinness Storehouse is another museum worth a visit (fee). It is a great place to find out more about Guinness' history and enjoy their famous beer. It's a fantastic option for families. Watch the video

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Heaven

Fishamble Theatre Company from Dublin has brought the wonderful Heaven by playwright, novelist, and screenwriter Eugene O’Brien to Origin Theatre’s 1st Irish play festival at 59 east 59th Street Theatres. Heaven at first seems like a simple story. Mairead (Janet Moran) in her fifties, now living in Limerick with her husband Mal (Andrew Bennett), has come back for a wedding. She shares with us…

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 — chapter 2

vi x reader

words — around 2500

summary — violet's greatest dream was to come back home, watching netfilx until 3am and sleep until noon on sunday morning. too bad you found a new excuse to mess with her and sticking your noise in her personal business.

author's note — it took a little longer to write this due to personal problems. i'm deeply sorry about this

coming back home was more complex than vi expected. she was still mulling over what she agreed to earlier and how right it was to pretend you two were together. the truth was — she felt trapped. it had been four months since she and caitlyn had officially broken up and it seemed like nothing had changed since they were an item. the sun rose and set all the same, but it seemed almost as if not a day had passed.

she had lost count of how many rumors she heard. some people didn’t believe it and thought that they weren’t really over and pretended to create some drama —although neither one nor the other were the kind of person who liked such nonsense— and those who believed it had spread the rumor that she was still on caitlyn’s leash like she was her watchdog. they said she was right behind her her out of desperation.

it was irritating and it wasn’t like her to worry about the rumors, but when those rumors became a problem for her friend they also became a problem for vi. daphne simmons was in sophia murphy’s social group, one of the many girls recruited, and caitlyn didn’t tried to keep her interest in her a secret. it wasn’t necessary, actually. even if she told soneone, no one would believe it. after all, for almost everyone she was still in a relationship.

"of course she does! she looks at her like she's the only one in the room. they share a few classes and caitlyn sits just a few rows behind us so she can see her better." you said, playing with your hands. you were blushing a little and refuses to look at the other girl in the eyes while talking. "daphne sometimes lookes over her shoulder just to catch a glimpse of her pretty face. i don’t know you, but for me she has a crush."

she parked her car in the usual place, just behind her house. she didn’t get out at first, but she stayed for a moment to think. she sighed and repeated again that that was not such a stupid idea. she repeated that this plan, as strange and unrealistic as it was, could have solved the personal problems of three different people. vi shook her head, grabbed her backpack in the backseat and got out of the car.

she lived in a three-floor building on fishamble street. the ground floor was the perfect Irish-style pub run by her father and, occasionally, her and her brother. she used to take care of the bar on weekends and claggor during the weekdays as a part-time job. the second and third floors were the actual house and were accessed through the back door that led to both the bar and the front door. she took the stairs and went home.

on friday, everything went according to plan. she came to pick you up at 7.30 am at the place you had sent her on whatsapp, near grafton street. once at the university, you smiled at her and got out of the car together. you held hands all over the parking lot and up to two steps after the entrance. her skin was much softer than you thought. when you got to vi’s class, you said hi real quick. you waved your hand at her and then you wouldn’t talk to each other all day until it was time to go home.

•♡•

violet had a shift at the bar on saturday. sometimes she wondered why she decided to work the weekend and give up the extra sleep hours in the morning, then remembered how much a parking spot in college would cost and got up. the opening hours in the morning were from 10.30am to 3pm so vi could postpone the alarm and sleep an hour more. she had obvious dark circles since been watching a netflix cartoon until 2:00 in the morning, and now she couldn’t wake up properly.

that morning she went down to the pub with her hair still wet and dark circles evident from the night before. she was still quite sleepy. she never had a light step and the noise of combat boots on the wood of the stairs made people know that they were waiting for her that would not be late to arrive. entered the door, rubbed her eyes and murmured "good morning". only after a moment she realized who was waiting for her.

"your girlfriend paid us a little visit! why didn’t ya tell me?" powder seemed almost offended to learn that her older sister had found a new girlfriend without telling her anything. violet, on the other hand, looked like a crippled deer in front of the headlights. she couldn’t realize you were going to showing up at her dad’s pub before the opening and she started wondering how the hell you got in. at this point, she thought getting into other people’s property was a strange talent of yours.

vander was behind the counter cleaning glasses before opening. he had a smug smile on his face, but he didn’t say anything. he greeted vi without stopping to do what he was doing. powder was sitting on one of the two stools in front of him. she had her head on the counter, a braid around her, and her favorite glass in her hand. on the stool next to you, with your head resting on your hands and elbows on the wood of the counter.

"we wanted to keep it just for us for a little bit, but i missed her so much! i just couldn't wait so see my pretty girl again." you said, turning a little with the stool. violet tried desperately not to let her nervousness show and put her hand on the back of her neck and you looked at her with that usual smirk. powder played with the straw of her drink waiting for her sister to do anything. violet sighed and looked you in the eye.

"yeah, missed you too... would you mind coming upstairs a second?" she asked then took your hand and forced you to get up from the stool. you would walk up the stairs quickly as violet wanted to get out of that room before it got any worse. you chuckled and turned to powder to wave your hand at her. she was smiling and had a straw between her lips that almost fell on the wood of the counter.

"see ya later, love birds!"

•♡•

"what the heck are you doing here?" she asked. you sat in the desk chair, looked at your half-girlfriend and then all around you. by a person like her you had expected a more tidy room given the attention he reserved to the car's interior. on the desk were scattered sheets, a book, pens and various make-up products. there were clothes dangling from the top of the bunk bed, shoes were piled in a corner near the entrance next to the bedside table of the lower bed and on the mirror were drawn the same neon doodles you saw in her car.

"i... forgot my jacket on your backseat yesterday. sorry." you admitted. to be honest, showing up at her house was not really planned. definitely not the first choice. the jacket you forgot was your favorite, and you couldn’t pass up a great opportunity to mind your semi-girlfriend’s business. you could text her and ask her to bring her on monday, but you could also have a good reason to go into her bedroom and invade her personal space. you also knew powder and this was a bonus point.

she was the one who let you in after she saw you turning back and forth in front of the pub entrance. you were wondering whether to go in or not, but she was out before you could make a decision. when powder heard you were apparently her sister’s girlfriend, she decided he couldn’t leave you out, especially if she wanted to know more about violet’s love life. you certainly had something in common — you both loved bothering your favourite pinkhead.

"couldn't you wait until monday?" violet carried it up her face and sighed. you ignored her and started snooping through her things. passed hands on make up products — two liquid eye-liners, lipsticks of various kinds, three mascara and a palette of MAC eye shadows. there were also some hand creams, some american comics, a graphic novel and an open notebook with notes of analysis highlighted. they were definitely violet's because his sister didn’t seem like the type to write comic sans.

you stopped the pictures of models and celebrities with the undercut attached to the edge of the mirror. you took one. they were attached with transparent scotch to the glass, some of them were scribbled with the same neon colors you saw before. a couple were just photos of ruby rose during the first season of batwoman or in arrowverse, who didn’t have an actual undercut but was still gorgeous. you didn’t recognize the othets

"yeah, i wanted to get a proper undercut for a while so i put those here. maybe someday i will convince myself to" violet approached the chair, put her hand on the back and took the picture from your hands. portrayed one of those pinterest models that appear when you look for "women undercut" with beautiful silver highlights. not quiet her style. she bent slightly towards you and you could clearly feel her natural pomegranate scent.

"cut it! it's a non-written rule: every girl who breaks up must change hairstyle." you raised your index finger to underline the brilliant idea you just had. you looked up at her and smiled. il seemed like the best idea you ever had, but her perplexed face suggested she had a different opinion. she seemed to be looking for the nicest way to tell you that she wouldn’t even dream to do it. you turned in your chair and she walked away. you looked at her with your puppy eyes, and she sighed.

"pretty please! it will show them you are really over caitlyn. i mean, you used to have that hairstyle when you dated her, so if you cut it everyone will understand the message" your hands joined as if you were begging her, she rolled her eyes. you could see how annoyed she was by your constant insistence and your ideas about how to complicate her life. pretending to be in a relationship was pretty stressful on its own, and you minding her own business didn’t make it better. "you would look like laura dean..." you said like you were hoping to convince her.

"she’s an horrible person, y/n" she snorted again and crossed her arms. she couldn’t believe you wete actually suggesting that you cut your hair to look like one of the worst female characters she had ever read of. you crossed your legs and tried to look as confident as you could, but you knew she was tired of your nonsense. at the end of the day she had had those pinterest photos taped to her room for weeks, but she didn’t like the idea of someone telling her to cut her hair when she herself had been indecisive for months

"i can fix her. beside, i'm a simple person — i saw a pretty girl on the cover, i bought it." you answered holding your face in your hands. you closed your eyes and moved your head left and right as in souls. when you opened your eyes, you took a good look at the girl’s blue ones. you turned around and took the graphic novel that was sitting on your desk, and you opened an unspecified page, and the first thing you saw was a close-up of the already named laura dean. ylu pointed at her with your free hand.

"so the secret to win your heart is being pretty?" she giggled. she walked to the door to open it and then leaned against the wall, looking at you amused and she smiled. she could see how you were practically bouncing off the chair cushion from the excitement. she stood next to you just two seconds before you started explaining what you had in mind.

"the secret to win my money is being a pretty girl on a book. the secret to win my heart is still a secret, but getting that undercut is a good start." you started, sitting straight in the chair and closing your hands together in front of you. in your voice she could hear the enthusiasm she did not share at all. " we went home together on thursday, came together on friday and on monday you show up with a nice undercut. everyone will get the hints."

"no. get out and stop messing with my life." and kicked the chair. the side of the chair slammed against the wall of the corridor and you heard the door slam violently next to you. you stood there for a few moments and couldn’t realize that your half-girlfriend had thrown you out with her chair. you still had the graphic novel in your hands and a finger in the middle of the pages as a bookmark.

you started laughing. you weren’t offended and the situation was so surreal that you couldn’t do anything else. after about ten seconds you felt the door open. violet was slightly red on her face and avoided your look. she took the book out of your hands and ignored how confused you looked and walked over to the bar. the sound of her footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards filled the silence.

"I forgot i’m supposed to work!" she yelled from the bottom of the ladder and you heard the door slam. you laughed again. you got up a little bit later and went to the back where the car was parked. powder gave you back the jacket you left in the car and you left right after. she giggled all the time, clearly amused by the situation. you didn’t see violet until monday morning, when she picked you up from the usual corner.

[lost-generation-lights]

All that night, after I shut the door and left Number 16 empty, I went looking for the parts of my city that have lasted. I walked down streets that got their names in the Middle Ages: Copper Alley, Fishamble Street, Blackpitts where the plague dead were buried. I looked for cobblestones worn smooth and iron railings gone thin with rust. I ran my hand over the cool stone of Trinity’s walls and I crossed the spot where nine hundred years ago the town got its water from Patrick’s Well; the street sign still tells you so, hidden in the Irish that no one ever reads. I paid no attention to the shoddy new apartment blocks and the neon signs, the sick illusions ready to fall into brown mush like rotten fruit. They’re nothing; they’re not real. In a hundred years they’ll be gone, replaced and forgotten. This is the truth of bombed-out ruins: hit a city hard enough and the cheap arrogant veneer will crumble faster than you can snap your fingers; it’s the old stuff, the stuff that’s endured, that might just keep enduring. I tilted my head up to see the delicate, ornate columns and balustrades above Grafton Street’s chain stores and fast-food joints. I leaned my arms on the Ha’penny Bridge where people used to pay half a penny to cross the Liffey, I looked out at the Custom House and the shifting streams of lights and the steady dark roll of the river under the falling snow, and I hoped to God that somehow or other, before it was too late, we would all find our way back home.

Faithful Place, Tana French

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April 13th, 1742

George Frederic Handel's Messiah is premiered at Fishamble Street, Dublin. It is part of a charity series of concerts that the composer had been invited to give by the Lord Lieutenant.

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Ants - 1

Odours lingered warningly on Winetavern Street. Night, pregnant with possibility, awaited alignment of circumstance and personnel. Patent Pending bore night's bulk on his flank, flung easy like the inebriated sack of a drunken friend. He and it were one, Tristan and Isolde.

Like the miasm of spent gas shells planted in the salient sludge, lethal bulbs awaiting a clumsy boot's airborne dispersal, the scent filled Patent as he faced the old alley, ignoring its pleas for circumvention. Another might endure; Patent prospered in the queer aunty's musk of his fallen lady; Dirty Dublin at night, at play, at improper.

Old roads like tube lines intersected and closed off unto themselves. Strange turnings where past and present converged in dystopic medieval splendour. Historic strata visible on Fishamble Street's surface; its wind rises from the black pool like dripping neptune on tempest eve, and meanders in concrete toward the church forecourt, seat once of Sitric Silkenbeard. Later cobbling shields yesteryear's lindens interned below. Here where Patent strides, merchantmen once carried eels and fish malformed by prolonged unlight in buckets to the market to fetch their porter's price. In deference to the raven rush which joined and bound the city's distinct fiefdoms, Dubliners imbibed a potable black as their mordant wit and sacred river, from cups that seemed to alien eyes to have been filled from the lap itself. The nightpool's generous bounty permitted varied industry.

The River was a goddess. Everything betwixt she influenced; poet's pen and artist's quill, songman's flute and poor man's ills. Even those who tended stalls, owned property or collected for crown without cause to set sail made crossings in the dozens, ever in her grace.

Each weekday at dawn great galleys moored at Ormonde Quay, where the old wall dipped to treacherous stonecut steps, and ferried welders and net-tossers to upriver sites. There waited their Argus, which endeavoured to carry a full cargo every journey to ensure dividends on their investment. Each aboard, though nobly dreamt, would spend his lot on drink, howevermuch they might endeavour to stockpile amidst their lousy existence, in the itchily literal definition.

The men lined the boatsides and leant shouldertight to the flimsy awning, which offered helmsman-elect brief respite from foundry fogs that hugged the river to the sea, reputedly irritant in large doses. Once boarded the helmsman signalled the portside men, who leaned perilously, and fearlessly, over the black pool between craft and pier and kicklaunched the vessel toward the thoroughfare.

All day toiling, they returned along an effulgent coil which the setting sun cast spearlike on the flow. Despite exhaustion and wont of leisure, workers together moored their fleet to rings set in Ana Livia's pauldrons, then sold produce for wares and coin at Fishamble Street Market, and hence with mischief carried across the concourse to its dionysian counterpart, parallel in planning though twinned in purpose, aptly-named Winetavern Street.

Coins in Dublin had legs and leapt hand-to-hand like gilded fleas. Into the hamfists of sailors went the day's catch, soon bound for the limp wrists and satin sacks of merchant landlords or the cudgel-wristed mitts of Winetavern's grizzliest keeps. Ireland should rule the world, only word of the hereditary fiscal irresponsibility innate to our poet nation reached the ears of greedier elements.

This night as Patent rounds the bend and is now clear of Smock Alley, he passes Handel's onion gate, which since boyhood he has imagined as the breasted turret of a sandy kingdom's tower, bell-shaped to a needle point. Here the great composer slept in the nervous, inspired nights before Messiah on the vast organs rang to ears virginal to its majesty beneath St. Michan's vaulted roof. The wind whistled like an idle janitor and his fiery gruaig shifted, and he wondered was there an organ note played there so faint you might pause to quiz, but he didn't. Patent was naturally disarrayed and now close to disrepute. He sought and found solace in the silence of ancient shadows, now and past tormented evenings suchlike. His route, which linked home and hedonism, he had many times crossed. Well-chosen subterfuge, it peeled through and melted past main streets like a serpent unlimited by dimension unfurling endlessly.

Washerwomen spoke as they do of ambling fish, shambling bipedal creatures whose scales in the occult half-light of the ancient primate city shone like iridescent plate from the armouries of some unknowable mariners guild, who depart water to stalk midnight markets where Monto maidens scrubbed ectoplasm from petticoats with Analivia's spit. No market there was now, nor bustle. If ere those scabrous fiends had ginger stepped quayside, they had long since ceased their daring, preferring dank middens in the city's underground confluence, which swelled heroically beneath the cobbles. If one pressed ear and hope-hearted to the paving stones, one heard its rage against the firmament.

Pisces stubbornly held her sway in the street's reptile house, where arrogant tropical fish lured dope-fated urchins to their window, as had the wares of times past all laid fresh beneath gullhowl. He swept past her left transept to avoid Parliament Street, where at this hour surely only most unparliamentary actions were being committed. He paid no heed to the pissing tramp's opera. Who cares what happened the night before Larry was stretched. There was only tonight, which, if foretold, Patent would have called the Night Before Patent Time Traveled.

Don't ask him for the science. Fine man perhaps but Feynman he's not. They still don't believe him. He wouldn't believe it, only he'd experienced it himself. He had been sent backward, and like a suspicious majority of 80s action movie protagonists with purpose traversed centuries to prevent mankind's extinction; all at the whim of a man who could only be distinguished from the homeless by his winning Trinity brogue. Patent had no explanation and questioned why such was required. When old farmers spoke of cursed hawthorne and workers driven from farms by the sidhe, who asked the genus of the creatures in question, or quizzed after some metric by which fortean phenomena could be rightly assembled. His tale was one such; of the Otherworld.

Besides, it was more a mystical experience than anything permitted by accepted science, which the druid called dogma. He described 'universal laws' as one describes vicious cults, no less enraptured by their own tenets than fervent Catholics; their god of wire, his ribbed tendons and paneled skin in every child's clutch, his scrying eye the mirror of future weeping.

The man hid arcane proficiency behind frail form. Patent initially reeled from his crooked beck when first he bore forth from interminable shadow in the Christchurch backlane, thinking him some coffer-thirsty derelict job-shy. Quickly the man, whose bearing was noble, dispelled such notions and wrest control of the conversation, steering destiny as he pleased; gab he had and used, ensorcelling Patent in a labyrinth of benign cunning. His eyes were deep-set. Their azure rondures belied great wisdom. In fleeting moments between articulate flurries, Patent thought how prompt this man sought and claimed confidence without question or favour. Despite appearance, the suggestion of authority was sufficient; the library of archetypes constructed the remainder, which we call reality.

"Things have been forgotten," he gestured upward "even the Ashakic records wherein all knowledge is contained have waylaid the facts pertaining to our present discourse. Listen, you, man whose name I do not know yet whom I feel supernaturally compelled toward, and do you not feel it yourself, this electricity while we speak, growing with proximity." He came within an inch of Patent's distinctive shrón. Time seized forward, eager toward supposed destiny; but whose? He seized Patent's hand. Patent felt the man knew everything about him, from the Cornetto he stole in Londis off Shop Street after Leftover Crack played in Sally Longs, to the fearsome dildo hidden in his bottom drawer which Amazon user ButtLustNottingham83 described as having 'terrifying, macelike proficiency'. They spoke eye-to-eye but unequal; twas the eye of Horus, nae the eye of Balor 'gainst the mere beholder, the eye of diaphanous and limited mortal understanding.

Flaming swords he made with words and his inebriated flock stood transfixed, dirtied on weed. Patent Pending willingly and with announced pleasure opted for routine temporary dementia. His thoughts were tigers that plagued him. They besieged his inner compound, which though unconquered, had straw foundations. Only smoke tamed their berzerk, sated their lust for the man he had once been and now became fleetingly. As Patent thought this to himself, he thought it also to the elderly man, who as sure as Gandhi read the Guardian could read his thoughts.

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#OTD in 1742 – Handel’s Messiah is performed for the first time, conducted by the composer, at Mr. Neale’s Great Music Hall, Fishamble Street, Dublin, before an audience of 700.

#OTD in 1742 – Handel’s Messiah is performed for the first time, conducted by the composer, at Mr. Neale’s Great Music Hall, Fishamble Street, Dublin, before an audience of 700.

George Frideric Handel (who had lived in London for many years) decided to visit Dublin. He also had received an invitation from the British Viceroy of Ireland, the Duke of Devonshire in Dublin.  At the time, Handel apparently was somewhat discontented with recent London reviews and with the treatment of some of his works, as a result he decided to visit Ireland. He had completed writing a new…

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The Shambles is an old street in York, England, with overhanging timber-framed buildings, some dating back as far as the fourteenth century. It was once known as The Great Flesh Shambles, probably from the Anglo-Saxon Fleshammels (literally 'flesh-shelves'), the word for the shelves that butchers used to display their meat. As recently as 1872 twenty-five butchers' shops were located along the street, but now none remain.

Among the buildings of the Shambles is a shrine to Saint Margaret Clitherow, who was married to a butcher who owned and lived in a shop there at No. 10 Shambles. Her home is now a cufflinks shop, Cuffs & Co, and features the priest hole fireplace that ultimately led to her death.

Although the butchers have now vanished, a number of the shops on the street still have meat-hooks hanging outside and, below them, shelves on which meat would have been displayed. The shops currently include a mixture of eateries and souvenir sellers, but there is also a bookshop and a bakery. Five snickelways lead off the Shambles.

There are streets named "The Shambles" in other UK towns (e.g., Bradford on Avon, Chesterfield, Guildford in Surrey, Swansea, Chippenham, Manchester, Sevenoaks, Whitby, Worcester, Armagh), and in Ireland (there is a Fishamble Street in Dublin).

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A lovely thing... a Viking Age walrus ivory mount, decorated with a carved griffin-like beast. It's from the National Museum of Ireland’s excavations at Fishamble Street, Dublin.

  after Wallace, P. F. 2016 Viking Dublin, The Woodquay Excavations, p. 376

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『因為主我們的神、全能者、作王了。世上的國、成了我主和主基督的國。世上的國、成了我主和主基督的國。他要作王、直到永永遠遠。萬王之王、萬主之主。』～《新約聖經，啟示錄》19：6、11：15、19：16。 . 由巴洛克音樂大師韓德爾（Georg Friedrich #Händel，1685－1759）所譜曲的宗教音樂作品，神劇《彌賽亞》（#Messiah，HWV 56），在西元1742年4月13日這一天，於昔日大英帝國屬愛爾蘭首府都柏林的Great Music Hall劇場（位在Fishamble Street），大約七百名的觀眾面前，舉行了歷史性的正式首演。 . 今日被推崇為「天國第一神曲」，在世界各地都擁有高知名度與人氣指數的曠世名作，《彌賽亞》完整融入韓氏數十載作曲生涯拿手的雄偉氣勢與明亮音響，同時也將劇中的宣敘調與詠嘆調予以多樣化與旋律化，並加強序曲和間奏曲之間的緊密關聯性...最重要的是，透過26名童聲與5位成年聖歌隊男歌手的加入，韓德爾讓原本的合唱曲，透過主調音樂，完璧切入了器樂伴奏之中，使得兩者形成了一股堅而不摧的結實力量，不只讓聽者為之震撼，更能夠親身體會並讚嘆主耶穌基督脫離黑暗權勢、復活升天的榮美與尊貴！ . 全曲長達三部約兩個半小時，原始總譜近259頁的《彌賽亞》，首演除了在愛爾蘭大獲成功，專業樂評紛紛予以高度肯定外，也讓在音樂事工上一度陷入低潮，於皇室前遭寵臣詆毀而失去舞台的韓德爾，歷經了多年的波折與試煉後，彷若基督受釘十架後復活一般，得以藉由榮耀上主大能，在聖靈如風如火的啟示和引領中，獲得了國王允准他重返英國本土進行音樂會的機會… . 隔年，《彌賽亞》取得了在倫敦演出的許可，據稱本身熱愛音樂的英王喬治二世（George II of Great #Britain，1683－1760）早就聽聞本劇上演後好評不斷，不少人更直言錯過可惜，因此決定御臨現場，想一睹樂曲頌揚的風采！而就在喬治二世親自聽到了《彌賽亞》第二部分末尾的《哈利路亞大合唱》（#Hallelujah）時，聽說一股彷彿來自天上召喚的偉大力量，著實感動並刺激了國王的心靈深處，更讓這位平時萬人之上的一國之尊，不由自主地從御座上激動到無法自己，整個人，整個人，嘿，就這樣整個人站了起來！ . 身旁的眾臣與隨扈，一見到國王挺身而立，自然不敢怠慢，馬上跟著起立��和，當下宛如波浪漣漪般似地，敬畏上帝的神聖，與讚嘆基督的死又復活，重生的張力讓整個劇院的觀眾，沒有人此刻是坐著的了...雖然至今沒有可靠的史料能夠證明喬治二世是否在當時親臨《彌賽亞》演出，但從此之後，為表明崇高的信仰，也為向韓德爾致上最高敬意，故只要音樂會演奏到《哈利路亞大合唱》（Hallelujah）之際，全體觀眾多半會自動站立，用「起立致敬」（Standing ovation）的神聖傳統來緬懷並呼應當年喬治二世備受震撼的那一瞬間...神聖至高的一刻！當然，不只是喬治二世萬般激動而已，《彌賽亞》難以超越的音樂聲響，實實在在的神學內涵，也立下了在宗教音樂上永垂不朽的地位，更成為了人類文明史上的華麗瑰寶。 . 值得一提的是，過去為要維護這部神劇的莊嚴性與獨一性，喬治二世更特別下了諭令，英國國內所有的樂團與教會唱詩班，還有各級出版商們，不能夠隨便演出與出版這部作品！每年只能夠奉國王的御旨在春季進行唯一一次的官方公開演出！而殿前指揮家的資格，是的，專屬限定，也只能由韓德爾大師一個人擔任！ . #歷史上的今天 #英國 #彌賽亞 #韓德爾 #古典音樂 #聖經 #history #bible #music #jesus #love #king #onthisday #april #dublin #great https://www.instagram.com/p/B-7TMmVnHxT/?igshid=x7dkz78danec

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'Maz and Bricks' by Eva O'Connor at 59E59 Theaters

‘Maz and Bricks’ by Eva O’Connor at 59E59 Theaters

(L to R): Eva O’Connor, Ciaran O’Brien in Fishamble’s ‘Maz and Bricks,’ by Eva O’Connor, directed by Jim Culleton, at 59E59 Theaters (Lunaria)

Maz and Bricksby Eva O’Connor takes place on a tram, and on the streets of Dublin over two days in 2017. Its setting is monumental because at this time, the campaign to repeal the Eighth Amendment of the Constitution of Ireland was at its height. Because…

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Kennan & Sons, Fishamble Street, Dublin Name of a venerable old steelworks lives on in this shopfront.