Your weekly dose of Irish ☘️🤤
Nov 20, 2021 12:49 am
Hi there,
Here's your weekly dose of Irish for Friday, November 19th 2021...
*Irish saying* - May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.'
*Irish Fact* - At 688 metres above the Atlantic Ocean, Croaghaun (on Achill Island) are the second-highest cliffs in Europe. The highest is in Cape Enniberg in the Faroe Islands.
It is 36 days until Christmas and 118 days until St Patrick's day 2022!
- This week I decided to share a delicious Irish shepherds pie recipe. I will be making it this weekend and can't wait!
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This week's posts:
☘️How To Make A Delicious Irish Shepherd's Pie – With Video
I grew up with my mother regularly cooking us delicious Irish Shepherd's pie.
And now that I am an adult, I still crave it now and then.
I found this …
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☘️Clearances By Seamus Heaney – Top 33 Irish Poem
Now I am not purposely picking longer poems every week.
It just so happens that number 33 on the top 100 poems list is yet another long poem.
But don't…
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☘️ Jokes and Accents of Ireland – Niall Tóibín
I found this great clip from Niall Tóibín.
A fellow Cork man passed away on November 13th 2019.He was a fantastic Irish comedian and actor.
The clip is 9 …
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☘️ Meet The Dancing Irish Parrot – "Now that is an Irish parrot!"
I originally posted this famous Irish dancing parrot back in 2016, and it was viewed over 13 million times!
So I felt it was only appropriate to share it with …
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☘️ 5 Brilliant New Irish Jokes That Will Make You Laugh(Mick, Paddy & Murphy)
It has been a while since I posted some new Irish jokes.
I have been updating my main Irish jokes post here.
But I have always been on the lookout …
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This week's joke: Four Catholic ladies are having a coffee
Four Catholic ladies are having coffee together, discussing how important their children are.
The first one tells her friends, "my son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him "Father."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "Well, my son is a Bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, "Your Grace."
The third Catholic woman says smugly, "well, not to put you down, but my son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, "Your Eminence."
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three women give her a subtle "Well…?"
She replies, "Well, my son is a gorgeous, 6'2", hard-bodied, well-hung, male stripper.
Whenever he walks into a room, people say, "My God".
So what is this week's top Irish poem?
Now I am not purposely picking longer poems every week. It just so happens that number 33 on the top 100 poems list is yet another long poem. But don't worry, it is a great one!
The poem Clearances is about Seamus Heaney's relationship with his mother and the townland of Mossbawn, where he spent his formative years.
Seamus Justin Heaney was born on April 13th 1939, the first of nine children. His father owned and worked a small farm of some fifty acres at the family farmhouse called Mossbawn, situated between the villages of Castledawson and Toomebridge.
Enjoy this excellent poem by Seamus Heaney.
Clearances
BY SEAMUS HEANEY
In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984
She taught me what her uncle once taught her:
How easily the biggest coal block split
If you got the grain and hammer angled right.
The sound of that relaxed alluring blow,
Its co-opted and obliterated echo,
Taught me to hit, taught me to loosen,
Taught me between the hammer and the block
To face the music. Teach me now to listen,
To strike it rich behind the linear black.
1
A cobble thrown a hundred years ago
Keeps coming at me, the first stone
Aimed at a great-grandmother's turncoat brow.
The pony jerks and the riot's on.
She's crouched low in the trap
Running the gauntlet that first Sunday
Down the brae to Mass at a panicked gallop.
He whips on through the town to cries of 'Lundy!'
Call her 'The Convert'. 'The Exogamous Bride'.
Anyhow, it is a genre piece
Inherited on my mother's side
And mine to dispose with now she's gone.
Instead of silver and Victorian lace,
The exonerating, exonerated stone.
2
Polished linoleum shone there. Brass taps shone.
The china cups were very white and big—
An unchipped set with sugar bowl and jug.
The kettle whistled. Sandwich and tea scone
Were present and correct. In case it run,
The butter must be kept out of the sun.
And don't be dropping crumbs. Don't tilt your chair.
Don't reach. Don't point. Don't make noise when you stir.
It is Number 5, New Row, Land of the Dead,
Where grandfather is rising from his place
With spectacles pushed back on a clean bald head
To welcome a bewildered homing daughter
Before she even knocks. 'What's this? What's this?'
And they sit down in the shining room together.
3
When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other's work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives—
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.
4
Fear of affectation made her affect
Inadequacy whenever it came to
Pronouncing words 'beyond her'. Bertold Brek.
She'd manage something hampered and askew
Every time, as if she might betray
The hampered and inadequate by too
Well-adjusted a vocabulary.
With more challenge than pride, she'd tell me, 'You
Know all them things.' So I governed my tongue
In front of her, a genuinely well-
Adjusted adequate betrayal
Of what I knew better. I'd naw and aye
And decently relapse into the wrong
Grammar which kept us allied and at bay.
5
The cool that came off sheets just off the line
Made me think the damp must still be in them
But when I took my corners of the linen
And pulled against her, first straight down the hem
And then diagonally, then flapped and shook
The fabric like a sail in a cross-wind,
They made a dried-out undulating thwack.
So we'd stretch and fold and end up hand to hand
For a split second as if nothing had happened
For nothing had that had not always happened
Beforehand, day by day, just touch and go,
Coming close again by holding back
In moves where I was x and she was o
Inscribed in sheets she'd sewn from ripped-out flour sacks.
6
In the first flush of the Easter holidays
The ceremonies during Holy Week
Were highpoints of our Sons and Lovers phase.
The midnight fire. The paschal candlestick.
Elbow to elbow, glad to be kneeling next
To each other up there near the front
Of the packed church, we would follow the text
And rubrics for the blessing of the font.
As the hind longs for the streams, so my soul. . .
Dippings. Towellings. The water breathed on.
The water mixed with chrism and with oil.
Cruet tinkle. Formal incensation
And the psalmist's outcry taken up with pride:
Day and night my tears have been my bread.
7
In the last minutes he said more to her
Almost than in all their life together.
'You'll be in New Row on Monday night
And I'll come up for you and you'll be glad
When I walk in the door . . . Isn't that right?'
His head was bent down to her propped-up head.
She could not hear but we were overjoyed.
He called her good and girl. Then she was dead,
The searching for a pulsebeat was abandoned
And we all knew one thing by being there.
The space we stood around had been emptied
Into us to keep, it penetrated
Clearances that suddenly stood open.
High cries were felled and a pure change happened.
8
I thought of walking round and round a space
Utterly empty, utterly a source
Where the decked chestnut tree had lost its place
In our front hedge above the wallflowers.
The white chips jumped and jumped and skited high.
I heard the hatchet's differentiated
Accurate cut, the crack, the sigh
And collapse of what luxuriated
Through the shocked tips and wreckage of it all.
Deep-planted and long gone, my coeval
Chestnut from a jam jar in a hole,
Its heft and hush become a bright nowhere,
A soul ramifying and forever
Silent, beyond silence listened for.
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