When I’ve had to make choices about energy, oft times blogging has lost out. I went to the Titanic Belfast, to the Warhol exhibition at the new Arts Centre, the Revealed government art exhibition at the Ulster Museum. When the painter was here, I moved to the Linenhall Library to read worthy rare disease papers. I had thoughts about these places and events, and leaflets full of supporting information to enthrall you. I found the leaflets when I was tidying up for the bookclub arriving on Friday.
Oops. So much for the thoughtful, erudite posts I was going to write (it seems I do have an imagination after all…)
Titanic was grand, but I wouldn’t go again. Warhol was wonderful fun and I did go again. Revealed was really interesting and worth seeing. If my brain worked I’d have bought the book which had all the pics and all the stories and diplomatic shenanigans. If you read it, will you tell me all the gossip?
Of course, if you are ever this way, you must go the Linenhall Library. It’s 225 years old, and is everything you want a library to be. It smells of books, has free wifi & internet access and a card catalogue. Members can use the desks that look out at the City Hall. There are huge collections, most significantly the Northern Ireland Political Collection. I feel more knowledgeable simply by visiting the coffee shop.
“The object of the Society is the collection of an extensive library, philosophical apparatus and such productions of nature and art as tend to inform the mind and excite the spirit of general enquiry.” The Belfast Reading Society, 1795
Inform the mind and excite the spirit of general enquiry: isn’t that marvellous?
I’m hoping that’s what’s going to happen for me at the John Hewitt International Summer School. Bloggy buddies, I’m still somewhat stunned by the news that they’ve awarded me (me?) a half busary to attend. “A five day festival of culture and creativity”, that somebody is paying for me to go to. I’ll not be able to travel by bus every day, so I’ll be staying over. I won’t even have to go home and be civil. My head will be buzzing: I will think either too much or not at all. I’ll get to buy a new notebook. (Small girls grow up, but a need for new stationery never leaves us.)
We will be off on holidays this week and I’m straight in to the summer school when we get back. I don’t have a ready supply of draft posts to publish (see first sentence). I may dig out some early posts and repost in case you were unfortunate enough to miss them first time round. I may post from Nana and Grandad’s. I may not post much at all until after the summer school.
If I’m quiet, I’ll be being informed and having my spirit of general enquiry excited.
Or I could be asleep.