#An Trá Bhán

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#OTD in Irish History | 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop. 584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary. 1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin. 1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[vocaloid-as-gaeilge]

A Chailíní Chócó (Dear Cocoa Girls)

Ceol: Kosaki Satoru

Liricí: Hata Aki

Tiúnáil: Deadball-P

Amhránaí: Hatsune Miku

Aistriúchán Béarla: arklung03

Yahoo! Tá an t-allas ag glioscarnach

Yahoo! Ar do leathaghaidh

Déan deifir, tabhair mé leat chuig áit níos teo

Tá m’éadaí snámha anseo cheana féin

Ádhúil! Cé go bhfuil sé go tobann,

Ádhúil! Ceadóidh mé é

Tar éis an tsaoil, mar go bhfuil sé te, fáiltímis an spraoi le splanc!

Is é mo phléisiúr pearsanta é an dath dorcha na gréine

Ag athrú mo dhó gréine,

Sula i bhfad, beidh mo chraiceann nocht mar cócó oighir!

Éadaí scoile • muinchillí ghearra • tá mo dhroim

Ag meall mar bainne fós

Meascaimis an tsamhraidh, ag déanamh é milis is milis

Dála an scéal, an bhfuil tú réidh?

Ag caitheamh ár gcuaráin san aer, bímis ag méiseáil!

Ag coinneáil an t-oighir i mo bhéal,

Leis an fhuacht bhliain seo amháin,

D’fháisc mo chroí

Fan! Tá tú róthapa

Fan! Ná téigh sa tóir orm!

Go deo, ní dhéanfaidh mé dearmad ar an ghrá a ghrean mé i mo chroí faoi láthair

Cosnochta, táim ag pleanáil dul go dtí

An trá te agus beidh mo chraiceann nocht mar cócó oighir!

Sa cuilithíní • ag bailiú • sliogáin

Cuireann fiú mo thart áthas orm

Déanfaidh mé iarracht an tsamhraidh a hól beagáinín

Eitlíonn na braonta ón gloine ar mo chliabhrach

Fiú an t-éan ag trasnú i bhfad,

Agus a pháirtí bhán ag neadú é

Is féidir linn iad i líne a fheiceáil go héasca

Croithim mo láimhe go mór orthu

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an Trá Bhán @irelandbybike https://www.instagram.com/p/CfjPvKTM2JK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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“Is cosúil gur mheath tú nó gur thréig tú an greann Tá an sneachta go freasach fá bhéal na mbeann’ Do chúl buí daite is do bhéilín sámh Siúd chugaibh Mary Chinidh ’s í ‘ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh… A mháithrín mhilis duirt Máire Bhán Fá bhruach an chladaigh ’s fá bhéal na trá Maighdean mhara mo mhaithrín ard Siúd chugaibh Mary Chinidh ’s í 'ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh… Tá mise tuirseach agus beidh go lá Mo Mháire bhroinngheal ’s mo Phádraig bán Ar bharr na dtonna ’s fá bhéal na trá Siúd chugaibh Mary Chinidh ’s í 'ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh…”

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“Is cosúil gur mheath tú Nó gur thréig tú an greann Tá an sneachta go freasach Fá bhéal na mbeann' Do chúl buí daite Is do bhéilín sámh Siúd chugaibh Máire Chinidh 'S í 'ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh...  A mháithrín mhilis Duirt Máire Bhán Fá bhruach an chladaigh 'S fá bhéal na trá Maighdean mhara, mo mhaithrín ard Siúd chugaibh Máire Chinidh 'S í 'ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh...  Tá mise tuirseach Agus beidh go lá Mo Mháire bhroinngheal 'S mo Phádraig bán Ar bharr na dtonna 'S fá bhéal na trá Siúd chugaibh Máire Chinidh 'S í 'ndiaidh an Éirne 'shnámh...”

[fingalpoetryday]

On the Island

It’s such a luxury, the quietness of it. Being able to hear things. To hear the nothingness. You think it’s nothing, at first. Then you wind down and you start to hear the wind. The lapping of water. The ferry arriving or leaving if you’re near enough, or the waves breaking on Trá Bhán. You hear bird cries, you hear grasses blowing softly, maybe you hear the grass growing, even, and each sound that you hear can be tuned into not just as background, but as its actual self. This is what’s really different about the island. The quiet. And the no cars, yes, the no cars is definitely part of it.

 On days when I��ve studio, it’s a little busier of course. I hear the students working. The swish of paintbrushes, Fionn making things out of rubbish, the radio at the far end of the studio. I hear it only faintly my side, and I take a walk over there the odd time there’s a song I want to hear. Do a bit of supervision on my way, try to mediate when I find a student stuck somewhere between good intention and mediocre ability. Offer tips to rescue things. But as soon as the news comes on, I’m off out for a fag break. Sometimes just a notional fag, I’m cutting back. A breath of air clear of turps, a listen of the outside.

 Billy? Billy!

 Someone’s calling me. A woman in a lilac woollen hat. Magda. My co-worker.

 I swear you must be going deaf altogether!

 I bend my head so as not to let her voice disappear in the wind. Try not to look directly into those blue-green eyes, because there’s a mystery to Magda that I’m always in danger of getting lost in.

 ...heard the latest? About the funding crisis.

 No, I’ve been out here listening only to what news the seabirds bring.

I’m getting too old for the news. The scandals they unearth now put me inmind me of old stories from other decades, but they’re full of grisly detail that would have been left out before. Hearing them makes me feel as if I’m living in a cheap horror film.

 Well, there’s talk the degree programme will be cut altogether, that we’ll be made redundant.

 They’d never do that in the middle of an academic year, I say.

 There’s nothing they wouldn’t do, you better believe it.

 There’s fire in Magda’s eyes, in her voice. Something that wakes me. I’ve been hiding from people like her, since what happened with Phelia.

 ...talk our students would need to finish their degrees in Dublin, which they can’t afford. So, will you come to the meeting…

 She trails off. Magda doesn’t expect much of me and I don’t blame her. But it’s her quietness that kills me. The things she doesn’t say.

 Sure, I’ll be there. Don’t expect me to work magic, but I’ll do me best.

  The Island is a piece of prose written in response to the brilliant ‘Ceol’ by Gearóid MacLochlainn. It connects with Ceol because of the idea of a silence (which can sometimes indicate a hurt and a recovery) giving way to something with a definite voice and purpose. This is an extract from a longer piece of work in progress, working title Ophelia and Me.

 By Lane Shipsey

Category: 18+

Responding to: ‘Ceol’ by Gearóid MacLochlainn

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#OTD in Irish History | 5 April:

#OTD in Irish History | 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop. 584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary. 1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin. 1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History | 5 April:

#OTD in Irish History | 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop. 584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary. 1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin. 1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop.

584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary.

1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin.

1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop.

584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary.

1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin.

1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop. 584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary. 1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin. 1806 – William Dool Killen,…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

#OTD in Irish History – 5 April:

456 – St Patrick returns to Ireland as a missionary bishop.

584 – Death of St Ruadhan (Ruadán), one of the twelve ‘Apostles of Erin’. He died at the monastery of Lorrha, Co Tipperary.

1605 – Death of Adam Loftus. He was Archbishop of Armagh, and later Dublin, and Lord Chancellor of Ireland from 1581. He was also the first provost of Trinity College, Dublin.

1806 – William Dool Killen,…