the one with the face.

Ruari Johnson; 27, bartender. Pronounced Rory, not Roo-ah-ree. There's an 80% chance that I'm thinking about daytime television right now. “Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.”

[connor-penrose]

I’ve been here for t’ree months and I’m still not used to t’e weather. I know the feelin’, us Irish have it bad, don’t we? Where’s Enniskerry, don’t t’ink I’ve been there. I’m from Blarney. You know with the kissin’ stone.

[johnsonruari]

Aye, real bad. I head someone complainin' t' ot'er day about not havin' a jacket and I was a bit shocked since I was under t' impression it was warm out. Ah Blarney, yeah I know 't, I got an Aunt t'at lived in Cork. Enniskerry's up in Wicklow, t'ough, you know t' National Park?

[connor-penrose]

Aye, but how soon is soon enough? Nah, it’s not as dreary, which is good. What part are you fr’m?

[johnsonruari]

Eh, I'd five 't a week, gettin' your eyes t' adjust and all t'at. Felt like a vampire when I first got here, sun tryna kill me. From Enniskerry, t'ough I've not been back for awhile. How about ya, mate? 

[connor-penrose]

It’s quite sunny. That’s really nice.

[johnsonruari]

You'll get used t' it soon enough. Not quite as dreary as Ireland, eh?

[naomirathbone]

Uh… I’m managing. I haven’t really made any friends yet, but my coworkers seem nice, and I’m actually liking my work better than I thought I would. So all in all, it’s all right.

[johnsonruari]

Always good when ya like your job, as well as your coworkers. I wouldn't worry too much, t'ough, you'll make friends soon enough and t'en you'll be better t'en alrigh', 'm sure. 

[klara-dillstrom-blog]

Oh, I have a book of his at home. It’s called Songs of Something Else. I could lend it to you, if you’d like. It’s just collecting dust on my shelves anyways. Do you read anything else besides poetry or that your main attraction within the writing world? Oh, I haven’t been here too long— umm.. a little over a year now. How about yourself? You don’t very much sound like you’re native to Cromer.

[johnsonruari]

Eh, would ya? I mean, t'at would be great if you're truly up t' it, as long as you know I won't bring any harm t' your book, I swear on me dog. It's mostly poetry t'at interests me, but I do like t' other stuff as well every not an' again. Ah, no, you're right t'ere! 'm from Ireland originally, but I've been here about... five years now? A little over a year, t'ough, I see, and d'ya like 't here?

[naomirathbone]

No. I mean, it was very well written, but it just wasn’t for me… In any case, how are things in your neck of the woods?

[johnsonruari]

T' each his own, I s'pose. Eh... t'ey've been better, I guess? How about you, are ya fittin' int' Cromer alrigh?

[klara-dillstrom-blog]

Yes, my mother was as well and she used to read them to me before I went to bed. Gunnar Ekelöf is also a favorite of mine but that might be for biased reasons. Well thank you, I can say the same for you. And I understand that feeling seems like I’m meeting more and more people everyday. Who knew that getting out of the house more often could turn out to be a good thing.

[johnsonruari]

Ekelöf, eh? Haven't read anythin' by him, but I'll certainly look int' findin' somethin' by him. I'm always lookin' for somethin' new to read, anythin' to offer a little peace a' mind, ya know? Ah, yeah, that'll certainly do 't, leavin' t' house I mean. Have you been in Cromer long?

[naomirathbone]

Really? I read The Road, and I have to say I didn’t like it.

[johnsonruari]

You don' like The Road?

[klara-dillstrom-blog]

Oh, I’ll have to check him out sometime later on then. I do enjoy a bit of poetry from time to time, yes. I’ve read a little Brontë and Robert Burns in my time. Oh— nice to meet you. I’m Klara, and no I don’t believe I’ve ever you before either.

[johnsonruari]

Ah, me sister's a big fan a' t' Brontë sisters. Robert Grant's brilliant as well, yeah, y' got good taste. Lovely t' meet you, Klara, been meetin' a lot a people lately I've not seen before.

[naomirathbone]

I beg to differ; my favorite prose writer is Gabriel Garcia Marquez by a mile.

[johnsonruari]

Ah, prose is a different t'ing t'ough, I was talkin' poetry. My favourite prose writer's gotta be Cormac Mccarthy, t' be honest. T'ere's a few others I like, but... he's great.

[johnsonruari]

@johnsonruari: Finally got him to look at me and not the pretty lassie across the park

[klara-dillstrom-blog]

Oh… Is it any good? 

I’m always looking for something new to read.

[johnsonruari]

Yeah, yeah I'd definitely recommend 't. Y' like poetry t'en? I'm Ruari, by t' way, don' reckon I've seen you around.

[naomirathbone]

You know, when I was younger I really liked Rimbaud, but I think that was just because I related to his teenage angst. Don’t really have a clear favorite anymore, I suppose.

[johnsonruari]

Rimbaud, eh? I used to like t'at one by him, eh... A Winter Dream? 's been a while since I read him, t'ough. Hard t' pick a favourite when t'ere are so many talented writers out t'here, y'know.

[klara-dillstrom-blog]

Hmm? What was that?

[johnsonruari]

Jarl Hemmer, Finnish aut'or, jus' got a book of his from a friend and finally got t' time to read it.

[naomirathbone]

Yeah, Naomi. And I can’t say I have, though I’ll be sure to check him out later. Is he a personal favorite of yours?

[johnsonruari]

Don' really got favourites when 't comes t' poets or aut'ors, like 'em all for different reasons I s'pose. Wha' about you, have ya got a certain favourite?

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[naomirathbone]

"The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much.” Bukowski. And who are you reciting today? 

[johnsonruari]

Ah, haven't seen ya around in a bit. Naomi, was 't? Bukowski's alrigh', I'm quotin' Hemmer, t'ough. Doubt y've head a' him, no one ever knows who t' poor bloke is.