Having recently graduated from UCD's prestigious Arts programme, Caoimhin currently resides in the hills of Foxrock, where he is now enjoying his 21st year of uninterrupted existence. In all of this time he has never known his opinions to be wrong, and takes great comfort in the fact that it is against the incompetency of others that his dreams are repeatedly smashed. The two major windmills in his life are death and taxes. He tilts against these tirelessly, providing a shining example of blind courage and debilitating nobility. All in all, he is content with his burning rage and generally quite at home with his demons, with whom he has no quarrel.
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If Outsideleft had arms they would always be wide open and welcoming to new writers and new ideas. If you've got something to say, something a small dank corner of the world needs to know about, a poem to publish, a book review, a short story, if you love music or the arts or anything else, write something about it and send it along. Of course we don't have anything as conformist as a budget here. But we'd love to see what you can do. Write for Outsideleft, do. [SUBMISSIONS FORM HERE]