Seamus Heaney
Poet of bogland, farm and memory from Co. Derry.
Tar isteach, suigh síos cois na tine. Níl aon scamall sa spéir, agus tá sé in am d'intinn thuirseach a shuaimhniú.
Come in, sit down by the fire. There's not a cloud in the sky, and it's time to rest your weary mind. A shebeen was the back-kitchen pub where the tunes, the stories and the talk went on past closing. This one is a place to gather without purpose, and a home for Ireland's musicians, poets, writers and artists, wherever in the world they are.
No VIP rooms and no velvet rope. Everyone gets the same welcome. If something is special, it's first come, first served, with a bit of banter for whoever's late.
You don't need a reason to come in. Sit by the fire, listen to the session, read a poem off the wall.
Corners where musicians, poets and writers of the future can build a following.
The warm, dark heart of the house: a mahogany bar, a tiled floor, couches pulled up to the fire and a bookshelf of old philosophers and wistful poetry. Take a book down.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,W. B. Yeats, "When You Are Old" (1892)
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
Philosophers on the top shelf, poets below, and a space kept for the featured author's own book or chapter.
A small step sets this corner apart, but it isn't a stage. A session is informal, sometimes impromptu, and anybody can join in. Bring the players in, then pick a tune from the wallbox on the wall.
Pick a selection. The session will play it.
House tunes, written for the Shebeen. On the live site, the B-side holds recordings from featured Irish artists.
"Another story." Poetry readings, book signings, literature festivals and open mic nights. The room looks smaller than it is: a low ceiling, low light, and one stool on a small step.
One stool, a mic, a stand for your pages.
Poet of bogland, farm and memory from Co. Derry.
Brought folklore and myth into modern Irish-language verse.
Small Things Like These, set in a Wexford town at Christmas.
A debut collection, a novel, a zine. Put your name down.
Stone walls hung with new work from Irish artists, illustrators, photographers and makers. The frames below show the format; each holds a featured artist and their story.
From Harry Clarke's Dublin windows to studios working in glass today.
Aran knit, Donegal tweed, basketry, and the makers keeping them alive.
The line from the Book of Kells to Irish illustrators now.
This spot on the wall is waiting. Hang your work.
Posters, beer mats, enamel signs and collectors' pieces for your own kitchen, snug or pub. Every piece is designed by Irish artists for the Shebeen.
Sample stock to show how the shop would look. The shop opens with the relaunch, and nothing here is charged.
Tap a lit window to see what's inside.
Scroll sideways to walk the full street, down to the harbour.
To Irish pubs, brands, artists and the diaspora. Get the monthly what's-on, or put yourself forward to play, read or exhibit.
