I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again - Softcover

Arnold, Ciaran Og

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9781910164310: I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again

Synopsis

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed. but all I could do was to get drunk again is a diary of sorts, following invisible men, down piss alleyways and into empty bars. The photographer accompanies the seekers of oblivion, their lopsided faces caught between ecstasy and apathy, their mouths chasing the numbness of inebriation. This is Ballinasloe, a sandstone town on the River Suck in the easternmost corner of Galway in Ireland, seen through the eyes of a native, Ciarán Og Arnold. Within the rabble, Arnold trails after the cast-offs, invisible men who spend their time in murky corners, choosing to do nothing but drift and drink. Ballinasloe is a mouth; in Irish, mouth of the ford, mouth of the crowds. “We claim to hate it here”, writes Arnold, “but the truth is that we choose to stay, hiding from reality, drowning in drink and wanting to be left alone as we await whatever fate is in store.” Over the years, Ballinasloe has become a ghost town, its immobile econo

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