Images of what it is to be Irish are loaded with the weight of both a real and imagined past. Within these visions we are caught between a rock and a hard place. It is said that the photograph may be seen as a kind of wound – reminding us of something lost, for Roland Barthes it is ‘the punctum; that which pierces’. Many feel that Irish history too is a wound best left undisturbed. It is for us the ‘Aporia’, the impassable path. Though, often, we do not know where to look for it. Like the seanchai, we tell stories about our past, not to remain there, but to see our future more clearly.
Celeste in “Goldiggers’ Dir Sally Potter