Name:

KEVIN ANTHONY LYNCH

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Age:

39

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July 17, 2009

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391

Hometown:

COUNTY TYRONE. Been here in DUBLIN quite a while.WONDERFUL PEOPLE,A TRULY WONDERFUL CITY!!!

Country:

Ireland

Occupation:

CABINET MAKER, KITCHEN&BEDROOM DESIGNER/FITTER, INTERIOR DESIGNER/DECORATOR, INDUSTRIAL PANEL SAW MACHINEST, CARPENTER, JOINER, ROOF FITTER, BRICKLAYER, LANDSCAPE GARDENER, PICTURE FRAMER, GLASS CUTTER, POET, SONGWRITER, WRITER,...........

Companies:

~~~~~COMPANIES OF LOVE&PEACE~~~~~

Schools:

THE UNIVERSITY OF ALL AND EVERYTHING!!!

Hobbies:

BEING ALIVE~BLUE SKIES&STORMY NIGHTS~

Movies:

Ryans Daughter, The Quiet Man, The Third Man, ~THE MATRIX~, ~THE HOLIDAY~, Dragon:The Bruce Lee Story, ~DISCO PIGS~, We Went Down, The Cable Guy, Me,Myself&Irene, Dumb&Dumber, Liar,Liar!, ~ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND~,CONSTANTINE, Chasing Amy, THE FOG OF WAR, ~DEEP BLUE~, Unforgiven, ~THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES~, THE GOOD,THE BAD AND THE UGLY, MILLION DOLLAR BABY, TRUE ROMANCE, TWIN PEAKS:FIRE WALK WITH ME, ~MULHOLLAND DRIVE~, REMAINS OF THE DAY, STRANGER THAN FICTION, SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, ~~MICHAEL COLLINS~~, TITANIC, NIGHT TO REMEMBER, I-ROBOT, CRIMSON TIDE, THE HURRICANE, MISSISIPPI BURNING, THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST, THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, SCHINDLERS LIST, AMISTAD, DR ZCHIVAGO, ROSEWOOD, ARMAGEDDON, ~HOTEL RWANDA~, MUSIC OF THE HEART, BLUE VELVET, GOODFELLAS, CASINO, THE DEPARTED, RAGING BULL, LAST DANCE, MONSTER, THE LIFE OF DAVID GALE, ~THE USUAL SUSPECTS~, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE, THE LETTER, DEAD MEN DONT WEAR PLAID, ~FORREST GUMP~, IL POSTINO, LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL, CYRANO DE BERGERAC, EMILEE, BETTY BLUE, THREE COLOURS:BLUE, TOUCH OF EVIL, ENEMY AT THE GATES, A BEAUTIFUL MIND, GLADIATOR, THE INSIDER, ANY GIVEN SUNDAY, U-TURN, SHE'S SO LOVELY, BAD BOYS(Sean Penn), THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION, DEAD MAN WALKING, BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES, DRACULA(Coppolla), INSOMNIA, HEAVEN AND EARTH, BORN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, ~JFK~, NOTHING PERSONAL, ANY MOTHERS SON, ERIN BROCKOVICH, MYSTIC PIZZA, THE WEDDING SINGER, ANGER MANAGEMENT, *~*PUNCH DRUNK LOVE*~*,...tbc.....

Music:

A whole lotta sound!. *Hey Mr YOUTUBE,DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I HAD FOR BREAKFAST AS WELL!!!.

Books:

~~~~~THE NEW TESTAMENT~~~~~~~~~~. IN SEARCH OF THE MIRACULOUS,THE THEORY OF CELESTIAL INFLUENCE,THE THEORY OF CONSCIOUS HARMONY,THE UNKNOWABLE GURDJIEFF,VIEWS FROM THE REAL WORLD,A SHORT HISTORY OF NEARLY EVERYTHING,LONG WALK TO FREEDOM,RILKE:THE DUINO ELEGIES,MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST,TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE,THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA,THE PEOPLE OF THE LIE,HOSTAGE TO THE DEVIL:FIVE CASES OF POSSESSION,~THE BRONTE SISTERS~THE HYPOCHONDRIACS HANDBOOK,DUBLIN TENEMENT LIFE(1800-1940),LILITH,WURTHERING HEIGHTS,JANE EYRE,THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY,VIRGINIA WOOLF,CRIME AND PUNISHMENT,ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOOS NEST,SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS,*HAMLET*,ROMEO AND JULIET. .~SHANCODUFF~,A CHRISTMAS CHILDHOOD,ON RAGLAN ROAD by Patrick Kavanagh. LOVE by Eaven Boland.~THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE~by W.B.Yeats. ~~~~~~RAINIER MARIA RILKE-THE DUINO ELEGIES-First Elegy 'If I cried out who would hear me up there among the angelic orders?And suppose one suddenly took me to his heart I would shrivel.I couldn't survive next to his greater existence.Beauty is only the first touch of terror we can still bear and it awes us so much because it so coolly disdains to destroy us.Every single angel is terrible! And since that's the case I choke back my own dark birdcall my sobbing.Oh who can we turn to in this need? Not angels,not people and even the cunning animals realize at once that we aren't especially at home in the deciphered world. What's left? Maybe some tree on a hillside,one that you'd see every day and the perverse loyalty of some habit that pleased us and then moved in for good.Oh and the night the night,when the wind full of outer space gnaws at our lifted faces-she'd wait for anyone that much desired mildly disappointing lady whom the lone heart has to encounter with so much effort. Is it easier for lovers? Ah,they only manage by being together to conceal each others fate! You STILL dont know? Throw armfuls of emptiness out to the spaces that we breathe-maybe the birds will sense the expanded air flying more fervently. Sure,spring depended on you.Many stars lined up hoping you'd notice.A wave rose toward you out of the past or a violin offered itself as you passed an open window.These were instructions,your mission. But could you perform it? Weren't you always distracted,waiting for something as if all this was announcing a lover's arrival?(Where could you keep her as long as those huge strange thoughts are coming and going and staying the night?). But sing,when you must,of great lovers:their fame has a long way to go before it is really immortal.Those you almost envied,the unrequited whom you found more loving than the gratified the content-begin again and again the praise you can never fully express. Think of it:the hero survives.Even his ruin is only another excuse to continue a final birth.But nature,exhausted takes lovers back into herself as if she couldn't accomplish that kind of vitality twice.Have you thought of Gaspara Stampa hard enough?..dwelt on her so that a girl whose lover has disappeared can feel from that tremendous example of love'Make me like her'? Shouldn't these ancient sufferings of ours finally start to bear fruit? Isn't it time that in love we freed ourselves from the loved one and,trembling,endured as the arrrow endures the string collecting itself to be more than itself as it shoots?For there is no remaining,no place to stay. Voices,voices.Listen,my heart as only the saints have listened for a gigantic call to lift them right off the ground but they go on kneeling impossible beings taking no notice THATS how completely they listened.Not that you could bear hearing God's voice-oh no.But listen But we who have need of those huge mysteries,we who can sometimes draw up from wellsprings of sadness,rejoicing and progress,how could we exist without them? Is the old tale pointless that tells how music began in the midst of the mourning for Linos,piercing the arid numbness and,in that stunned space where an almost godlike youth had suddenly stopped existing,made emptiness vibrate in ways that THRILL US,COMFORT US,HELP US NOW?'.