Nothing to be said

    

 

 

Hi there, and welcome to my photoblog!

 

My name’s Andrew and I live in Northern Ireland. 

 

Most of the photos you’ll see here have been taken in Northern Ireland or Dublin.

 

If you’re interested, the name of the site was lifted from a Philip Larkin poem. I’ve put a copy below.

 

Thanks for looking.

 

 

Nothing To Be Said

For nations vague as weed, 

For nomads among stones, 

Small-statured cross-faced tribes 

And cobble-close families 

In mill-towns on dark mornings, 

Life is slow dying. 

 

So are their separate ways 

Of building, benediction, 

Measuring love and money 

Ways of slow dying. 

The day spent hunting pig 

Or holding a garden-party, 

 

Hours giving evidence 

Or birth, advance 

On death equally slowly. 

And saying so to some 

Means nothing; others it leaves 

Nothing to be said.

 

 

Philip Larkin: The Whitsun Weddings