Admitting defeat

Writes Maeve McTaggart Déja vú, right? Sitting down to write this issue, I was caught first by a big, frustrated sigh (try it – long inhale, longer exhale – it helps). It’s almost a year since the beginning of the pandemic, since March 12th where I welcomed what I assumed was a two-week break to…

The Waiting Game

There is something agonizingly long about waiting for the occurrence of future events, especially when they lie in uncertainty rather than assurance. As I stare at my watch its ticking hand reminds me of one of those expectations, the contents of which is – for now – uncertain. Clocks, calendars, dates, and times have been…

Holding close what we know

Another fleeting fortnight, another last-ditch scramble, and just like that – the final Byline of semester one is hot off the (digital) press. It’s truly, truly mad to think we’ve ploughed through seven of these – or six-and-a-half I suppose, thanks to the Freshers issue’s brevity – and found ourselves at the Christmas season already. …

A Full Resolution 

On March 12th I was sitting at one of those triangular tables in the Hub, attempting to conclude an assignment on a question I wasn’t sure I ever got around to answering, with the Taoiseach’s address playing in another tab. The announcement of a global pandemic is one of the most surreal – but also…

A Letter to the Reader

Dear reader,  Thank you. You have heard me say this before but you are a huge part of the reason that we put effort into each issue we share with you. To tell stories, to start a conversation, and to lift spirits and bring some happiness and normality into your lives each fortnight. You have…

December on a deadline

I am going to have to level with you: it is very difficult to have thoughts on/between/before a deadline, and it feels as if this last week has had a semester’s worth. The dark nights of November come as a surprise every year, and this year I am even more indignant – a global pandemic…

Shattering Glass

When I imagine the idea of trust I picture a glass, something that has taken time to construct; is sturdy in its own right; but has the capability of shattering into incoherent slivers if mishandled, an exact replica never possible if such an event comes to pass. Who we place this glass into the care…

Learning lines in Lockdown

My bookmarks bar fulfills the English-student stereotype, because slotted between Canvas and ‘UCC Library Home’ is a slowly-filling folder marked ‘Poetry.’ Mid-way through lockdown (the first), The Cut published an article by Matthew Schneider—’Now is the Perfect Time to Memorise a Poem’—detailing his self-conscious party-trick and grounding-technique of rote learning poems, alongside the prologue of…