Hello Christy,
I’m enjoying being confronted my the world of Paula Meehan. To be enveloped in such femaleness is strange and comforting. The world in its ordinary form is very male. So much so that I didn’t even realise it. The female Ness is like looking in a mirror. Estrogen is a wonderfully nurturing thing. I feel lucky to be female and understand it. When I started on the hrt, within 10 minutes I felt its warmth and optimism. As it wanes I feel cold. I’m so grateful to modern medicine that it can give me back this female comfort.
“Tell them I am young and beautiful”
We are lucky to live in a time where older women are allowed to have a value that it more than skin deep
In the song, all she had was a determination not to be pitied.
Hi Christy,
Our old friends from The Record Fair were back in town.
The crowds are getting bigger and sure there are worse ways to spend an hour or two of a Saturday.
Dan from Dingle had some treasure I’ve been searching for.
An original copy of Van Morrison’s Veedon Fleece.
(Didn’t even bother haggling)
He hit some purple patch from 1968-1974 did Van.
No wonder he had to take a few years break.
You don’t pull no punches but you don’t push the river.
Sounds like the your new album is nearly there.
I’m looking forward to it’s release and this years gigs too.
Tabhair Aire
Bourkey
Christy's reply
We used to have all Van’s early vinyl….listened to it a lot…..back then we’d be spinning Van, Dory Previn, Smokey Robinson,J.J.Cale,Ten Years After, Mountain,The Watersons,on and on we’d “go at it agin”… gazing into the embers, rolling capers, gettin the munchies,lyin down as Bright Phoebus rose, gettin up at Teatime….there was gruaig fada, clogs,flares,tie dye vests,VW Campers,50P bottles of rotgut,cheap strings,Dinny Mullins,The Manhattan,
the next albund is slowly approaching conclusion…as decades slip by the process has altered completely…the first album was recorded in two 3 hour sessions….the current project has been on the go for 18 months… a blast here, a rattle there, songs started only to be cast aside as new ballads emerge from distant hills and nearby valleys,still meeting new writers, still chasing the rap, still following the same few chords … a bit late in the day to try teaching the auld dog new tricks……
I stumbled across a sleeve and title the other day in the most unlikely of places….it feels as if its almost there…I’m going into a recording studio later today…if it goes according to hopeful wishes, the mixing process might well begin….then we’ll be suckin diesel…an Autumn escape perhaps…to coincide with Kildare lifting The Sam
Will the big clunky cartridges ever come back ?…I have a box of them out in the pump house
Hi All,
Glad I was able to enlighten the work of Paula Meehan here, I was not aware that she worked with you Christy on Folk Tale.
I took an interest in “The Virgin at Granard Speaks”, heartbreaking read when I discovered there was a true story built on it. Ann Lovett only 15, alongside her baby both died after giving birth. Near brought a tear to the eye in front of the lads in school.
I think I’ll remember “On a night like this I remember the child
who came with fifteen summers to her name” for a long time.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha.
Christy's reply
Folk Tale ….(Paula Meehan)
Em
A young man fell in love with truth
D
And searching the wide world for her
Em
He found her in a small house
D
In a clearing in the forest
Em
She was old and she was stooped
D
He pledged himself to her
Em D
To chop wood and to carry water
Em
To collect the root the stem the leaf
D
And the flowering top and seed
Em
Of every plant she’d need
D
To do her work
Em
Years went by until one day
D Em D
The young man woke up longing for a child
Em
He went to the old woman
D Em
And he asked to be released from his oath to her
D Em D
That he might return to the world
Em D
“Certainly”, she said,
Em
“On one condition”
G D
“You must tell them that I’m young and beautiful.”
Em G D
“You must tell them that I’m young and beautiful.”
That was a lovely trip down memory lane Christy thanks, really enjoyed that.
Came across this, don’t know if you’ve seen it before. Lovely article about Pat and the pub and the early music scene in general in Prosperous. There’s also a link at the bottom to a great video about the early days in Dowlings. You may recognise some faces!
Thanks for posting this…
Fitting to hear the late Pat Dowling so well remembered, loved and honoured…
particularly as the makers of last night’s Geantraí on TG4 seem never to have heard of our great friend …..
As Frank Burke says on this video “when Pat died, the heart went out of it”
Hi Christy!
We listen to you on the daily here. A Kildare woman myself, we fly the flag proudly across the pond for the Lilly whites. We plan a trip home in November to get married, so here is hoping we catch you playing a gig somewhere!
To you and your team, thank you for everything you do!
Christy's reply
if all goes well Claire, we’ll be here waiting for you
Just a note to let you know “the nephew” Davóg is back in Dublin on April 20th in The Four Provinces in Kimmage (Nice little venue) so far on the bill we have Trish Reilly a fine singer songwriter from the traveling community. It looks like its gonna be mighty.
Very best regards.
Jason lambert.
Christy's reply
great to hear that the eldest Nephew is comin back on the home turf…..he flies the flag over in France
Just a quick one to remind tonight’s Geantraí is in the old stomping ground, Dowlings! I wonder is the oul dartboard still there tickling fancies?!
Christy's reply
A lot of water thru the lock since we stomped around Pat Dowling’s….way back then (1964) , Pat was at the beating heart of that wonderful, vital, inspirational, Prosperous music scene….
Every Wednesday night the local Comhaltas Group gathered in Pat’s …it gradually gained momentum as word spread around the County and beyond….
The resident players in “Pat’s” included Ned Farrell, Frank Burke, Joe Ward, Davoc & Brigid Rynne, Gerry O’Mahony, Mickey Carroll,Michael Crehan,Nan McCormack,…..I visited as often as I could and at different times heard Seamus Ennis, Ciaran Bourke, Barney McKenna,The Grehan Sisters, Francie,Marie and Helen ( aka Bernie),Ted Furey, Tom McHale,The Liffeysiders
(others will come to mind in nights to come ….Jim Casey would sing “The Roadstone Cowboy”)
It was there that Donal Lunny and I first encountered Liam Óg O’Flynn, that we first were enthralled by the majesty of his Music..
Pat was ever present amongst the gatherings….he took great pride in the music that emerged from his very personal premises…
back in those days the Evening Press was a leading Irish newspaper…every Friday it ran “The Friday Folk Column”which was written by Ireland’s foremost Folk Columnist, the charismatic Gerry O’Grady…( he also ran a great Folk Club,The Auld Triangle, I think it was in Mount Street)…Pat always insured that Gerry was made welcome and comfortable…those Wednesday sessions featured constantly in Gerry’s Friday ruminations…
your dart board reference is from a later time, maybe 10 years on….one Sunday afternoon in The Meeting Place, Dorset St., Dublin…Tom Collins’ photo graced the sleeve of a 1976 Album “Whatever Tickles Your Fancy”
thanks for stirring these memories
( I last met Pat when Planxty played Pat Dowling’s Lounge circa 1978..not been there since Pat died RIP…his memory lives large …I hope he was remembered on last nights programme)
Right first time Christy, it’s the “Shebeen” ….or should I say was, as its currently been converted into Apartments. Operated for many Years by the late Kieran Claffey. His family are still stalwarts in the town. Kieran won an All-Ireland with Offaly in 1971.Huge memories of brilliant Saturday nights there. All packed in, Low stage, Low Ceilings, raised Floor, plenty of sweat with no need for Saunas then……..after a night there you could make the weights at Cheltenham !!!!. Every group in the country came, Yourself, the Dubliners, The Fureys etc. Finish there and up the road to the “Roseland”, dance to Big Tom, Joe Dolan and the rest…..those of us who were taking our chances, up to the balcony for a Club Orange!!!…………If there was any money left, over to Finnerty’s across the road for the Chips….plenty of salt and Vinegar. That was it, the wages spent for another week……all Happy. Wasn’t life simple??.
Ride Onn,
Patsy
Christy's reply
how did we manage at all….no credit card, mobile,motorway,sat nav,f/b, twatter,…I was runnin on green shield stamps and red diesel
Cheers ed.
I ran the touch for our 2nds on friday night. It was played in a godforsaken spell of weather.
Drookit and nithered on a touchline with 2 very small ballboys shivering even more than i, but it was a great game as spectators roared on from the sheltering back of a stand under the glare of those giants of luminesence that you so correctly praise….my local paper match report began….
The wind swirled in mysterious vortexes, the rain spat and splattered and sparkling light fell on patches of darkness, whilst out of the gloom emerged a thing of beauty, that took time to take shape, but eventually revealed itself as the Hawick equivalent of Hogwarts.
We love a game of rugby under the lights or in the gathering gloom here Ed, whatever your chosen amphitheatre of sport am sure is equally important to you.
Rory
Christy's reply
hard at it here Rory,
bangin a fresh batch together
hopin to give taylor a run for her money
planning a fierce campaign
brown envelopes and free gargle for all disreputable folk influencers
will break off come the weekend for a two hour work out in twickers
then back to the coal face to mine the endless seam
Nice description Rory. Dont forget, if the game’s in the evening, the tall floodlights towering inside beaming out their bright light. Often as you glance in through the turnstile gate, everything inside is much brighter because of these floodlights. Plus, you could have evening mist swirling around the lamps of the floodlights, a bewitching feeling. (We’re getting going……)
By the way, lots of this is leaving us. Several League of Ireland clubs going cashless. You simply show your fone screen.
And if you sit and look at it for a while
Things start to happen
Opalescing, effervescing
The poem is one giant breath in and out
Like a journey within
It centres on
“To travel the length and enter living ears.”
Then up and down is a mirror
So soft it’s easily missed
Until the opalescing effervescing
Catches the eye and the ear
And you notice the one journey
In and out
And wonder at it in awe
Christy hi,
I stood on the turnstiles of Hawick’s Mansfield Park yesterday, pressing the pedal to ‘admit one’ on a constant influx of Borders rugby supporters. All happy to pay me ‘the price of admission’ to then shove the gate forward and hear the famous clack of a metal turnstile fabricated and formed into the entrance gate to heaven or to hell, lovingly constructed by a Salford artisan probably 100 years ago or more.
There was something poetic in the chatter of anticipation, the queueing murmurs, the clink of coins and the friendly banter about the local rivalry, club colours proudly sported by followers from both towns. Youngsters abounding to sneak in free of charge , pensioners enthralled, working folks handing over a chunk of their hard earned wage, and ball boy after ball boy brimming with pride at the game ahead.
I nearly chopped one poor fellow in half by standing on the lever too late , he may not father another human after that trapping!.
Brick entrance,silver painted metal mesh grill, heavy iron turnstile properly greased, proud handpainted sign above the entrance that our forefathers beamed at as they too entered to cheer and sing, to gabble and supp. 150 years of Hawick rugby history all rolled into one magnificent location and occasion.
On now to the final….there must be a lyric in this.
Rory
Hi Christy
Having a city centre walk today,I didn’t expect to bump into Brendan Behan…walking into The Royal Exchange Theatre,there he was…in mosaic form! One of several works by Mark Kennedy,located all over the city centre for this month.
‘The Irish Nation’ is a trail of city centre mosaics alongside the Manchester Irish Festival…information/paper copies of the trail are stylish – available from the tourism counter in Central Library and venues where mosaics are located. I’ll be having a few wanders over the next few weeks.
Hi Christy,
Still on a high after 2 massive Gigs in the Midlands….. A thought struck me as I left the Park Hotel, you love that room, the fans adore it, and you, why not have a residency down here??? We are after all in the Middle of Island ,
easy access from everywhere . Shorter journey to and from An Riocht……. I’m just saying like.
Ride onn
Patsy
Christy's reply
while we’re centralising Patsy, lets go the whole hog…
a residency in The Auld Sheebeen (or was it Síbín)…
wait,hould on there, sez I to me doppelganger..
You’ve been minimising for the past 25 years ( sez he back at me )
no Oz,NZ,USA, then Europe slid away,
no flight no ferry ( I’ll have to swim to Glasgow)
I needs to visit all our glorious townlands
to dance at the crossroads
much as I love the memory of Moate
I need to saddle the pony and ride back in to
Cill an Sí, Slíabh Rustler,The Black Mountain, Doire, Beautiful Bundoran, De Beautiful Banks of River Lee, The Black Valley, Rackard Country, The Burks of Castlebar, The Hanger, Chuck Feeney’s in Rimlick,NCH, TLT in The Wee, The Orchard County, Jonesborough, Dublin 8,….
we need to travel the boreens, rally the troops ,sound the clarion, rattle the chandeliers,
but thanks for the thought Patsy, keep coming back
so beautiful
thats what I love about Paula’s verse
from the opening words
invited to enter,
straight in…
no complicated vagaries…
I could hear the deep breathing sound
of the young traveller’s dreamtime concerto
Hi All. I think a few of us, if not many of us, are still on a high after Mullingar on Thurs, thanks C. I was at a sold out Paula Meehan reading in Ennis yesterday, she is so gracious, has a great stage presence and is so wise, she reaches straight to our hearts. It seems she had a room full of teenage boys eating out of her hand yesterday morning,no mean feat. Roll on Cavan on International Women’s Day. Beir bua agus beannacht. H
Christy's reply
always special to hear Paula read her work ….
I’d love to have witnessed her interaction with a roomful of Banner Búachaillíns…
Thankyou.
After reading what you said, I’ve shared it on Facebook. I didn’t know what else to do.
OK, maybe not.
This is worse than On The Bridge
https://www.aol.co.uk/watchdog-shocked-male-prison-guards-000100716.html
The ‘incredibly vulnerable’ child was twice restrained and had her clothes removed by ‘multiple men’ at Wetherby young offenders’ institution.
Makes me think of that poor man with the Christy Moore Songbook under his pillow.
Don’t know what to say…
its what we say, what we share, what we try to do, every action, great or small, one day at a time… remembering that silence is acquiescence
Hello Christy,
I’m enjoying being confronted my the world of Paula Meehan. To be enveloped in such femaleness is strange and comforting. The world in its ordinary form is very male. So much so that I didn’t even realise it. The female Ness is like looking in a mirror. Estrogen is a wonderfully nurturing thing. I feel lucky to be female and understand it. When I started on the hrt, within 10 minutes I felt its warmth and optimism. As it wanes I feel cold. I’m so grateful to modern medicine that it can give me back this female comfort.
“Tell them I am young and beautiful”
We are lucky to live in a time where older women are allowed to have a value that it more than skin deep
In the song, all she had was a determination not to be pitied.
Rebecca
Come Friday….International Women’s Day….
Hi Christy,
Our old friends from The Record Fair were back in town.
The crowds are getting bigger and sure there are worse ways to spend an hour or two of a Saturday.
Dan from Dingle had some treasure I’ve been searching for.
An original copy of Van Morrison’s Veedon Fleece.
(Didn’t even bother haggling)
He hit some purple patch from 1968-1974 did Van.
No wonder he had to take a few years break.
You don’t pull no punches but you don’t push the river.
Sounds like the your new album is nearly there.
I’m looking forward to it’s release and this years gigs too.
Tabhair Aire
Bourkey
We used to have all Van’s early vinyl….listened to it a lot…..back then we’d be spinning Van, Dory Previn, Smokey Robinson,J.J.Cale,Ten Years After, Mountain,The Watersons,on and on we’d “go at it agin”… gazing into the embers, rolling capers, gettin the munchies,lyin down as Bright Phoebus rose, gettin up at Teatime….there was gruaig fada, clogs,flares,tie dye vests,VW Campers,50P bottles of rotgut,cheap strings,Dinny Mullins,The Manhattan,
the next albund is slowly approaching conclusion…as decades slip by the process has altered completely…the first album was recorded in two 3 hour sessions….the current project has been on the go for 18 months… a blast here, a rattle there, songs started only to be cast aside as new ballads emerge from distant hills and nearby valleys,still meeting new writers, still chasing the rap, still following the same few chords … a bit late in the day to try teaching the auld dog new tricks……
I stumbled across a sleeve and title the other day in the most unlikely of places….it feels as if its almost there…I’m going into a recording studio later today…if it goes according to hopeful wishes, the mixing process might well begin….then we’ll be suckin diesel…an Autumn escape perhaps…to coincide with Kildare lifting The Sam
Will the big clunky cartridges ever come back ?…I have a box of them out in the pump house
Hi All,
Glad I was able to enlighten the work of Paula Meehan here, I was not aware that she worked with you Christy on Folk Tale.
I took an interest in “The Virgin at Granard Speaks”, heartbreaking read when I discovered there was a true story built on it. Ann Lovett only 15, alongside her baby both died after giving birth. Near brought a tear to the eye in front of the lads in school.
I think I’ll remember “On a night like this I remember the child
who came with fifteen summers to her name” for a long time.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha.
Folk Tale ….(Paula Meehan)
Em
A young man fell in love with truth
D
And searching the wide world for her
Em
He found her in a small house
D
In a clearing in the forest
Em
She was old and she was stooped
D
He pledged himself to her
Em D
To chop wood and to carry water
Em
To collect the root the stem the leaf
D
And the flowering top and seed
Em
Of every plant she’d need
D
To do her work
Em
Years went by until one day
D Em D
The young man woke up longing for a child
Em
He went to the old woman
D Em
And he asked to be released from his oath to her
D Em D
That he might return to the world
Em D
“Certainly”, she said,
Em
“On one condition”
G D
“You must tell them that I’m young and beautiful.”
Em G D
“You must tell them that I’m young and beautiful.”
That was a lovely trip down memory lane Christy thanks, really enjoyed that.
Came across this, don’t know if you’ve seen it before. Lovely article about Pat and the pub and the early music scene in general in Prosperous. There’s also a link at the bottom to a great video about the early days in Dowlings. You may recognise some faces!
https://www.prosperousheritage.com/music
Thanks for posting this…
Fitting to hear the late Pat Dowling so well remembered, loved and honoured…
particularly as the makers of last night’s Geantraí on TG4 seem never to have heard of our great friend …..
As Frank Burke says on this video “when Pat died, the heart went out of it”
Hi Christy!
We listen to you on the daily here. A Kildare woman myself, we fly the flag proudly across the pond for the Lilly whites. We plan a trip home in November to get married, so here is hoping we catch you playing a gig somewhere!
To you and your team, thank you for everything you do!
if all goes well Claire, we’ll be here waiting for you
This is a bit better, I think…
And if you sit and look at it a while or more
Things begin to change and to appear
The poem opalescing, effervescing
The words become a long breath taken
Like a journey in and out
It centres, settling gently here
“To travel the length and enter living ears.”
A vibration deeply felt and heard
Up and down within a mirror glass
So soft it’s easily mistaken
Until the opalescing effervescing
Words are known by eye and ear
And you wonder at the poem’s path in awe
like a tidal river , ever changing
Hi Christy,
Just a note to let you know “the nephew” Davóg is back in Dublin on April 20th in The Four Provinces in Kimmage (Nice little venue) so far on the bill we have Trish Reilly a fine singer songwriter from the traveling community. It looks like its gonna be mighty.
Very best regards.
Jason lambert.
great to hear that the eldest Nephew is comin back on the home turf…..he flies the flag over in France
‘Evening Christy et al!
Just a quick one to remind tonight’s Geantraí is in the old stomping ground, Dowlings! I wonder is the oul dartboard still there tickling fancies?!
A lot of water thru the lock since we stomped around Pat Dowling’s….way back then (1964) , Pat was at the beating heart of that wonderful, vital, inspirational, Prosperous music scene….
Every Wednesday night the local Comhaltas Group gathered in Pat’s …it gradually gained momentum as word spread around the County and beyond….
The resident players in “Pat’s” included Ned Farrell, Frank Burke, Joe Ward, Davoc & Brigid Rynne, Gerry O’Mahony, Mickey Carroll,Michael Crehan,Nan McCormack,…..I visited as often as I could and at different times heard Seamus Ennis, Ciaran Bourke, Barney McKenna,The Grehan Sisters, Francie,Marie and Helen ( aka Bernie),Ted Furey, Tom McHale,The Liffeysiders
(others will come to mind in nights to come ….Jim Casey would sing “The Roadstone Cowboy”)
It was there that Donal Lunny and I first encountered Liam Óg O’Flynn, that we first were enthralled by the majesty of his Music..
Pat was ever present amongst the gatherings….he took great pride in the music that emerged from his very personal premises…
back in those days the Evening Press was a leading Irish newspaper…every Friday it ran “The Friday Folk Column”which was written by Ireland’s foremost Folk Columnist, the charismatic Gerry O’Grady…( he also ran a great Folk Club,The Auld Triangle, I think it was in Mount Street)…Pat always insured that Gerry was made welcome and comfortable…those Wednesday sessions featured constantly in Gerry’s Friday ruminations…
your dart board reference is from a later time, maybe 10 years on….one Sunday afternoon in The Meeting Place, Dorset St., Dublin…Tom Collins’ photo graced the sleeve of a 1976 Album “Whatever Tickles Your Fancy”
thanks for stirring these memories
( I last met Pat when Planxty played Pat Dowling’s Lounge circa 1978..not been there since Pat died RIP…his memory lives large …I hope he was remembered on last nights programme)
Right first time Christy, it’s the “Shebeen” ….or should I say was, as its currently been converted into Apartments. Operated for many Years by the late Kieran Claffey. His family are still stalwarts in the town. Kieran won an All-Ireland with Offaly in 1971.Huge memories of brilliant Saturday nights there. All packed in, Low stage, Low Ceilings, raised Floor, plenty of sweat with no need for Saunas then……..after a night there you could make the weights at Cheltenham !!!!. Every group in the country came, Yourself, the Dubliners, The Fureys etc. Finish there and up the road to the “Roseland”, dance to Big Tom, Joe Dolan and the rest…..those of us who were taking our chances, up to the balcony for a Club Orange!!!…………If there was any money left, over to Finnerty’s across the road for the Chips….plenty of salt and Vinegar. That was it, the wages spent for another week……all Happy. Wasn’t life simple??.
Ride Onn,
Patsy
how did we manage at all….no credit card, mobile,motorway,sat nav,f/b, twatter,…I was runnin on green shield stamps and red diesel
Cheers ed.
I ran the touch for our 2nds on friday night. It was played in a godforsaken spell of weather.
Drookit and nithered on a touchline with 2 very small ballboys shivering even more than i, but it was a great game as spectators roared on from the sheltering back of a stand under the glare of those giants of luminesence that you so correctly praise….my local paper match report began….
The wind swirled in mysterious vortexes, the rain spat and splattered and sparkling light fell on patches of darkness, whilst out of the gloom emerged a thing of beauty, that took time to take shape, but eventually revealed itself as the Hawick equivalent of Hogwarts.
We love a game of rugby under the lights or in the gathering gloom here Ed, whatever your chosen amphitheatre of sport am sure is equally important to you.
Rory
hard at it here Rory,
bangin a fresh batch together
hopin to give taylor a run for her money
planning a fierce campaign
brown envelopes and free gargle for all disreputable folk influencers
will break off come the weekend for a two hour work out in twickers
then back to the coal face to mine the endless seam
Nice description Rory. Dont forget, if the game’s in the evening, the tall floodlights towering inside beaming out their bright light. Often as you glance in through the turnstile gate, everything inside is much brighter because of these floodlights. Plus, you could have evening mist swirling around the lamps of the floodlights, a bewitching feeling. (We’re getting going……)
By the way, lots of this is leaving us. Several League of Ireland clubs going cashless. You simply show your fone screen.
there will be some fun when the grid goes down
And if you sit and look at it for a while
Things start to happen
Opalescing, effervescing
The poem is one giant breath in and out
Like a journey within
It centres on
“To travel the length and enter living ears.”
Then up and down is a mirror
So soft it’s easily missed
Until the opalescing effervescing
Catches the eye and the ear
And you notice the one journey
In and out
And wonder at it in awe
now we’re talking
Christy hi,
I stood on the turnstiles of Hawick’s Mansfield Park yesterday, pressing the pedal to ‘admit one’ on a constant influx of Borders rugby supporters. All happy to pay me ‘the price of admission’ to then shove the gate forward and hear the famous clack of a metal turnstile fabricated and formed into the entrance gate to heaven or to hell, lovingly constructed by a Salford artisan probably 100 years ago or more.
There was something poetic in the chatter of anticipation, the queueing murmurs, the clink of coins and the friendly banter about the local rivalry, club colours proudly sported by followers from both towns. Youngsters abounding to sneak in free of charge , pensioners enthralled, working folks handing over a chunk of their hard earned wage, and ball boy after ball boy brimming with pride at the game ahead.
I nearly chopped one poor fellow in half by standing on the lever too late , he may not father another human after that trapping!.
Brick entrance,silver painted metal mesh grill, heavy iron turnstile properly greased, proud handpainted sign above the entrance that our forefathers beamed at as they too entered to cheer and sing, to gabble and supp. 150 years of Hawick rugby history all rolled into one magnificent location and occasion.
On now to the final….there must be a lyric in this.
Rory
all you need is a melody
Ps
Easiest way to access info on the Manchester mosaics might be to access the menu and head for ‘news’ at. http://www.wildinart.co.uk
D
Hi Christy
Having a city centre walk today,I didn’t expect to bump into Brendan Behan…walking into The Royal Exchange Theatre,there he was…in mosaic form! One of several works by Mark Kennedy,located all over the city centre for this month.
Coordinated by http://www.wildinart.co.uk
‘The Irish Nation’ is a trail of city centre mosaics alongside the Manchester Irish Festival…information/paper copies of the trail are stylish – available from the tourism counter in Central Library and venues where mosaics are located. I’ll be having a few wanders over the next few weeks.
Dave
dreamtime
Hi Christy,
Still on a high after 2 massive Gigs in the Midlands….. A thought struck me as I left the Park Hotel, you love that room, the fans adore it, and you, why not have a residency down here??? We are after all in the Middle of Island ,
easy access from everywhere . Shorter journey to and from An Riocht……. I’m just saying like.
Ride onn
Patsy
while we’re centralising Patsy, lets go the whole hog…
a residency in The Auld Sheebeen (or was it Síbín)…
wait,hould on there, sez I to me doppelganger..
You’ve been minimising for the past 25 years ( sez he back at me )
no Oz,NZ,USA, then Europe slid away,
no flight no ferry ( I’ll have to swim to Glasgow)
I needs to visit all our glorious townlands
to dance at the crossroads
much as I love the memory of Moate
I need to saddle the pony and ride back in to
Cill an Sí, Slíabh Rustler,The Black Mountain, Doire, Beautiful Bundoran, De Beautiful Banks of River Lee, The Black Valley, Rackard Country, The Burks of Castlebar, The Hanger, Chuck Feeney’s in Rimlick,NCH, TLT in The Wee, The Orchard County, Jonesborough, Dublin 8,….
we need to travel the boreens, rally the troops ,sound the clarion, rattle the chandeliers,
but thanks for the thought Patsy, keep coming back
Hello Christy,
Here’s the poem I meant. Can’t find it online, it wasn’t published till 2023.
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/ScAJ9dMwiH4VKbpV/
That sounds like something wonderful, Hilary.
Rebecca
so beautiful
thats what I love about Paula’s verse
from the opening words
invited to enter,
straight in…
no complicated vagaries…
I could hear the deep breathing sound
of the young traveller’s dreamtime concerto
Hi All. I think a few of us, if not many of us, are still on a high after Mullingar on Thurs, thanks C. I was at a sold out Paula Meehan reading in Ennis yesterday, she is so gracious, has a great stage presence and is so wise, she reaches straight to our hearts. It seems she had a room full of teenage boys eating out of her hand yesterday morning,no mean feat. Roll on Cavan on International Women’s Day. Beir bua agus beannacht. H
always special to hear Paula read her work ….
I’d love to have witnessed her interaction with a roomful of Banner Búachaillíns…