Day three was writer’s day, and I set off up O’Connell street to the Dublin Writers Museum. I passed the GPO Building, the centre of the Irish rebellion known as the Easter Rising, where there was a foolhardy attempt to oust the British. It failed, but the building survived in all its magnificence. The GPO is an excellent building, ruined by the useless Spire planted outside it in the past two decades. It is a tall metal spike mostly, and it’s a waste of money according to the Irish people I spoke with.
I continued along the street, crossed the road and reached my destination. The Dublin Writers Museum is situated inside a house rather than a typical museum building, with the Chapter One Restaurant in the basement ( a bit too pricey for my liking). This design works however for the subjects it is depicting. As the museum admits, it ‘s incredible how such a small country, away from all the great cultural, artistic and intellectual capital of the world have developed some of the world’s greatest and most influential writers.
Each of their stories is inspirational, although also worth noting that many of them left Dublin and Ireland. Many like James Joyce, releasing their greatest works after years of being absent from their home country. They never forget their roots.
That takes me to film. I returned to the IFI that evening to watch Writing Home. This was sold under the banner: Irish Focus by the IFI. For context, in Dublin is an organisation called Filmbase and they offer an MA course in film production. The IFI support Filmbase and Writing Home was a result of the year’s hard work.
Writing Home is about an Irish writer based in Dublin, who returns to Ireland after his Dad has a heart attack. While in Dublin, he is forced to confront his past.
It was a great funny film, which I enjoyed greatly.
Garden of Remembrance
Rewinding to earlier that day, across the road from the DWM is the Garden of Remembrance for all those who fought in the struggle to rid the British from Irish soil (to eventual success). Now, if you go to any war memorial in France for D-Day, there is a level of respect and remembrance by those who visit those cemeteries. That was not the case with these Gardens to my great sadness.
There was a large school party, and I don’t know who was in charge, but there was no discipline there. They were loud, disrespectful and outright annoying. I couldn’t stay there for longer than five minutes, and it ruined a moment for me that I wanted to experience. While I learned of the Irish struggle against the British Empire, I found myself supporting the cause of the rebellion. I dislike any form of imperialism, colonialism, tyranny or any government that robs the people of their rights and voice, which the British did to maintain their grip on Ireland. These Gardens are a symbol of that sacrifice those men and women gave to rid the British from Irish soil.