Name: Brendan Behan (1923 - 1964)
Nickname: unknown
Where: Roayal Canal just off Dorset Street
Coordinates: 53.3617;-6.2602Latitude: 53°21′42.12″N
Longitude: 6°15′36.72″W
Inauguration date: 8th December 2003
Sculptor: John Coll
Story:
A very peaceful statue on the banks of the Royal Canal, but close to a prison, where behan spent some years of his life. Most of all, Behan was a writer and poet, but he was also involved in the IRA. The statue shows Behan looking at a bronze blackbird. Can you distinguish real from fake?
There are also a lot of ingravings on the bench. Different couplets, e.g.:

Loneliness

The tang of blackberries
Wet with rain
On the hilltop

In the silence of the prison
The clear wistle of the train

The happy wisperings of lovers
To the lonely one

So "why on the Royal Canal?", you might ask. Because there was no statue yet? Whereas Kavanagh sits on the Grand Canal for some reason, Behan also is placed on the Royal Canal for some reason. If you look closely, you can see the three triangles in the back of the bench. They have something to do with the lyrics of a song that Behan wrote:

The old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning a screw was bawling
'Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell'
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening the lag lay dreaming
The seagulls wheeling high over the wall
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was creeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

The wind was rising and the day declining
As I lay pining in my prison cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison there are seventy five women
'Tis among them I wish I did dwell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

The day was dying and the wind was sighing
As I lay crying in my prison cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

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