Thursday, March 16, 2017

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Beauty Queen of Leenane

a really good friend the famous ET Gallagher says take no prisoners... and this is very Tyrone.. nonetheless as I get older I am more impressed by his brand of tolerance...

In this context then we must look at the Pale, The Pale | An Pháil | An Pháil Shasanach 


They are long conquered and it is reflected in everything they say and do
in truth we have nothing in common with them...

..but sure whatever they like, believe or not

this is my most eloquent introduction for something beyond the Pale...
(it's the best I can do while the British have anything to do with Ireland...and all of Dublin are siting on their fat chairs complacent, complaining but not campaigning.. welcome to Ireland and the contradictions that abound on every turn in the crooked road...

without further ado / to do 


The Beauty Queen of Leenane






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Saturday, February 04, 2017

Hocus POTUS

Hocus POTUS, nukes protect us
screaming walls and evil laws
torture chambers and fresh cabals
abra cadaver
macabre...





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Sunday, January 22, 2017

"What is an American?"



In this era of Donald Trump and the changes that will follow my American friends may find it interesting to read the letters of J. Hector St. John de Crèvecœur and particularly his Letter III published in 1782:

"What is an American?"

Jean de Crèvecœur, naturalized in New York as John Hector St. John, was a French-American writer. He was born in Caen, Normandy, France, to the Comte and Comtesse de Crèvecœur. Wikipedia






The University of Virginia have the full text of Letter III (& all his letters)

The New Republic published a commentary in 2013

Herewith a small extract;-

"Formerly they were not numbered in any civil lists of their country, except in those of the poor; here they rank as citizens. By what invisible power has this surprising metamorphosis been performed? By that of the laws and that of their industry. The laws, the indulgent laws, protect them as they arrive, stamping on them the symbol of adoption; they receive ample rewards for their labours; these accumulated rewards procure them lands; those lands confer on them the title of freemen, and to that title every benefit is affixed which men can possibly require. This is the great operation daily performed by our laws.

From whence proceed these laws? From our government. Whence the government? It is derived from the original genius and strong desire of the people ratified and confirmed by the crown. This is the great chain which links us all, this is the picture which every province exhibits, Nova Scotia excepted. There the crown has done all; either there were no people who had genius, or it was not much attended to: the consequence is, that the province is very thinly inhabited indeed; the power of the crown in conjunction with the musketos has prevented men from settling there. Yet some parts of it flourished once, and it contained a mild harmless set of people. But for the fault of a few leaders, the whole were banished. The greatest political error the crown ever committed in America, was to cut off men from a country which wanted nothing but men!

What attachment can a poor European emigrant have for a country where he had nothing? The knowledge of the language, the love of a few kindred as poor as himself, were the only cords that tied him: his country is now that which gives him land, bread, protection, and consequence: Ubi panis ibi patria, (Where there is bread, there is (my) country" (or home, or homeland))  is the motto of all emigrants. What then is the American, this new man? He is either an European, or the descendant of an European, hence that strange mixture of blood, which you will find in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose grandfather was an Englishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a French woman, and whose present four sons have now four wives of different nations. He is an American, who leaving behind him all his ancient prejudices and manners, receives new ones from the new mode of life he has embraced, the new government he obeys, and the new rank he holds.

He becomes an American by being received in the broad lap of our great Alma Mater. Here individuals of all nations are melted into a new race of men, whose labours and posterity will one day cause great changes in the world. Americans are the western pilgrims, who are carrying along with them that great mass of arts, sciences, vigour, and industry which began long since in the east; they will finish the great circle. The Americans were once scattered all over Europe; here they are incorporated into one of the finest systems of population which has ever appeared, and which will hereafter become distinct by the power of the different climates they inhabit. The American ought therefore to love this country much better than that wherein either he or his forefathers were born.

Here the rewards of his industry follow with equal steps the progress of his labour; his labour is founded on the basis of nature, self-interest; can it want a stronger allurement? Wives and children, who before in vain demanded of him a morsel of bread, now, fat and frolicsome, gladly help their father to clear those fields whence exuberant crops are to arise to feed and to clothe them all; without any part being claimed, either by a despotic prince, a rich abbot, or a mighty lord. "


Friday, January 20, 2017

Irish poet Ciara Ní É

check out
He's Just Not That Into You by Ciara Ní É





Recorded at REIC - Bilingual Spoken Word, in Club Chonradh na Gaeilge 17/11/16.

https://twitter.com/MiseCiara
https://miseciara.wordpress.com/


Friday, January 13, 2017

a Protestant wedding






I met a Protestant wedding on the road, 
about 23 cars and 2 smiles..







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A few readers have asked me to clarify/justify this statement and I can quite easily by substituting the word Protestant with Free Presbyterian (although this is a hypothesis) and adding the small titbit that they were on the road to Monaghan. (which would account for their demeanour, regardless as to the occasion). 

As a sidenote it is becoming more challenging to issue off the cuff satirical remarks so it would seem (in the spirit of Tyrone's ongoing contrariness/resistance) that is the preferred strategy to adopt, for now. ;-)

It is worth noting that in the Irish poetic tradition

"..As officials of the court of king or chieftain, they performed a number of official roles, such as chroniclers and satirists. Effectively, their job was to praise their employers and curse those who crossed them.."


Irish bardic poetry


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Thursday, January 12, 2017

catholics versus Mercedes


"in brand positioning terms catholicism is a lot closer to KFC than Mercedes"
..moi



..as a start to a new year perhaps it is useful  to begin in the manner in which one will continue - this is a year of take no prisoners...




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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Months Mine Johnny Montague!


The month of respect has passed for the Late Great Johnny Montague!
..like a Patroclus stripped of his words he is accorded the full 30 days due to a hero.

He was what you see is what you get, meeting down the years he was so normal, irreverent... it was so refreshing when now in these times of poets wearing out their own mirrors.

He has now traversed the river to converse with Hades & Rhadamanthus and no doubt we will hear from him again in another guise...







..months mine = phonetic (Tyrone)