What Ireland shares with many societies around the world is a dangerous reality: once a group of people is isolated as being in some way inferior, the general population becomes less concerned with how they are treated, even in the face of evidence of cruelty and abuse. In Ireland's case, the thousands of victims of industrial schools bear witness to a society unwilling to question its own comfortable certainties out of a fear that those beliefs might turn out to have been built on sand.
Mary RafteryTag: ireland industrial-schools
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O' Leary in the grave
(September 1913)
Tag: ireland yeats irish-politics
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
Gwyneth JonesEarly Summer, loveliest season,
The world is being colored in.
While daylight lasts on the horizon,
Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.
The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.
"Welcome, summer" is what he says.
Winter's unimaginable.
The wood's a wickerwork of boughs.
Summer means the river's shallow,
Thirsty horses nose the pools.
Long heather spreads out on bog pillows.
White bog cotton droops in bloom.
Swallows swerve and flicker up.
Music starts behind the mountain.
There's moss and a lush growth underfoot.
Spongy marshland glugs and stutters.
Bog banks shine like ravens' wings.
The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome.
The speckled fish jumps; and the strong
Swift warrior is up and running.
A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow
Hits the highest note there is;
The lark sings out his clear tidings.
Summer, shimmer, perfect days.
Tag: poetry ireland summer folklore finn-mccool fionn-mac-cumhaill
...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...
John GeddesTag: rain dreams dream ireland dublin drizzly
Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you.
Sandi LayneTag: historical-fiction ireland slaves norway vikings
Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.
Sandi LayneTag: romance historical-fiction ireland norway herbalist
She took the sea with her
Not beaches but the grey
relentless Irish sea,
its rhythm and the crying gulls.
Ireland is but an island off the coast of Cape Clear.
Chuck KrugerTag: ireland cape-clear
And lucky indeed is the writer who has grown up in Ireland, for the English spoken there is so amusing and musical.
(“How to Write with Style”. Essay, 1985)
Tag: style writing ireland writer writers-quotes
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