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Seosamh Ó hÉanaí: 'One Morning in June'
One morning in June, agus mé ag dul ag spaisteoireacht Casadh liom cailín, ba ró-dheas a gnaoi She was so handsome, gur thit mé i ngrá léi Is d’fhága sí arraing i gceartlar mo chroí. I asked her her name, nó cad é an ruaig bheannaithe Chas ins an áit thú, a ghrá ghil mo chroí? My heart it will break if you don’t come along with me Slán is beannacht le buaireamh an tsaoil. ‘Muise cailín beag óg mé...
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in a...– Billy Collins
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Ach nan robh ’n roghainn rithist dhomh ’s mi ’m sheasamh air an àird, leumainn...– Somhairle MacGill-Eain, “An Roghainn”
Ní dhéanfaidh smaoineamh an treabhadh duit
gaeilge-abu: You’ll never plough a field turning it over in your mind
Wittgenstein noticed with interest the street names and other notices in Irish...– George Hetherington, “Wittgenstein in Ireland: An Account of His Various Visits from 1934 to 1949” in Irish University Review, Vol. 17, No. 2 (Autumn, 1987), pp. 169-186, at p. 175
oíche chiúin anocht agus mé ag éisteacht an ghaoth ag athrú
W.B. Yeats - Daire Mhór na Filíochta
Rugadh Yeats ar an lá seo sa mbliain 1865. Breithlá sona, a Gheataigh! :) Tá ‘fhios ag mo chairde uilig go bhfuil ról tábhachtach ag Yeats i mo shaol - is mór an tionchar atá aige orm, go háirid ó thaobh mo chuid scríbhneoireachta dhe. Eiseamláir amach is amach é dom. Tháinig mé air don chéad uair nuair a cheannaigh mé leabhar dá chuid, cnuasach dá dhánta roghnaithe, sa siopa leabhar...
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Um, I’m on a bit of a Tumblr photo re-blogging buzz. My favourite creatures have been featured a lot this weekend… Still don’t like the way my own written blogs get lost amongst these beautiful images, though. The images certainly do represent me, but hmm. I’m all for intertextuality in all its forms, but I’m afraid I’m getting lost in its wonderful web!
Lisa Hannigan has a new album coming out!! :-D
lisahannigan: The artwork was handed into the designers yesterday afternoon and is now being arranged into a record. It is going to be called… “Passenger” Lx Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!!!!!!!
Tut, I’m shit - I can’t do cartwheels. Never could. Maybe I’m not brave enough. Or I’m just a spindly geek-creature…
Ted Hughes - "Imagine what you are writing about....
I’m currently reading Ted Hughes’ Poetry in the Making, a collection of the talks that he wrote for and read on the BBC series “Listening and Writing”, which was directed towards an audience of schoolchildren (and no doubt the big children who are writers and poets!). I LOVE Ted Hughes’ poetry, because he has think knack of capturing the sensuality of the subject in...
Redstarts - living 'wholly and enviably to...
I was watching BBC’s Springwatch last week, and Chris Packham read an extract written by ornithologist John Buxton in 1943 while he was a prisoner in a war camp in Bavaria. Apparently much of what we know about Redstarts (pictured) has been gained from this man’s observations. I was really struck by the extract, and thought I’d share it. ‘One of the chief joys of...
Ol’ Bert’s been dead twenty years now, and he’s probably still arguing with God...– Kevin MacNeil: The Stornoway Way, pp. 90-91, (London: Penguin Books Ltd, 2005). This says a lot about the Leòdhasachd attitude to religion. (via selchieproductions)
Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the...– Kurt Vonnegut (via -damaged) I will do just that! But I’ll post it up here instead of hiding it. :P
The musings of the petite one: Under the Waterfall... →
heatherette87: “Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day Fetched back from the thickening shroud of grey. Hence the only prime And real love-rhyme That I know by heart And that leaves no smart, Is the purl of a little valley…