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sadbhkellett · 2 years
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A blogpost I wrote last year on such an underrated Irish writer!
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meichenxi · 1 year
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Speakers of non-English languages of the UK and Ireland wanted!!
Since it’s World Mother Language Day today (February the 21st), I’m thinking of doing a series of posts on the native non-English languages of the United Kingdom and Ireland, with some information and short interviews. 
For this, I am looking for both native speakers/signers and learners (with or without parentage/heritage of the language in question) of the following languages:
- Scottish Gaelic
- Irish
- Welsh
- Any sign language of the United Kingdom or Ireland (e.g. BSL)
- Any other minority language indigenous to the United Kingdom or Ireland. By this I mean primarily spoken only within the UK or Ireland as a minority, or spoken very little elsewhere. For example: Cornish, Manx, Shelta, or Anglo-Romani, not languages like Polish or Bengali that are minority within the UK but have a significant speaker base elsewhere. (I am aware that I am fishing for some of these *cough* Cornish *cough*...but you never know!)
- Any language or variety that you speak that you feel is linguistically / culturally distinct from Standard English that you would like to inform more people about. For example: Shetlandic, Scots, Ulster Scots. 
I don’t have anything finalised yet, but if you would be wiling to speak to me about some text-based interviews for the sake of qualitative and informative tumblr posts, please send me a message!
(NB: if I have used any names of languages that are not preferred, tell me and I will change them. I don’t know a lot about the non-Celtic and non-Germanic languages here, which is part of my reason for wanting to make this series of posts in the first place.)
Please reblog so more people see this!
- meichenxi
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dougielombax · 1 month
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Imagine being scared of a language.
Pathetic.
This happens all the time where I live regarding loyalists and the Irish language.
They’re TERRIFIED of the indigenous language of the country, they’ve convinced themselves that they’re indigenous and that the Irish language is apparently a satanic invention.
Neither of those are true but they’ll believe it anyway.
They’re so fragile that it’s comical.
Ashamed of nothing. Offended by everything.
I’ve seen it before in many other countries and with many other languages.
Basque, Armenian, Syriac, Adyghe, Kabardian, Hawaiian, Kurdish, etc.
It’s a language!
It’s harmless!
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forevermore1389 · 1 month
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Happy Saint Patrick’s day to him and him only
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is it just me?
i've been observing a tendency surrounding women —mostly between 20 and 26— where we can't find anything close to love (from men). women are not dating, nor living a normal life, developing a femcel-like point of view. and im saying this because i want to be loved just like anyone else, but are we the problem? or is there something wrong with boys? i mean, ofc there's something wrong with boys; but every year pass by and every time is harder and harder to find someone willing to put the effort to make you feel loved and understood. was it like this 50 years ago? 100 years ago? i am very much aware that our mothers and grandmothers suffered in the world they lived in, generally with sexist husbands and mandatory tradwife lifestyle. but i am also sure that there was some exceptions, way too many more than today.
and we tend to romanticize the past, probably there's something to do with our generation. nor millennials or gen z, the ones in the middle. the girls who grew up with enough technology but not so much. the ones that went crazy over boybands and fanfiction and hung up posters in our walls. the ones that went crazy in 2018-2020 with deranged feminism just to realise, later on, nobody really cared and it maybe was a little over the top. the ones that filled our beds with stuffed animals repeatedly every time we woke up just to throw them on the floor at night so we could sleep. the girls who spent their teenage years on tumblr writing code (before men took that away from us) and making playlists of marina lana and the 1975 so everyone on the internet could see how cool we wanted to look like. probably the ones that suffered some kind of bullying in highschool or some health problem related to how we didn't fit in or how bad we looked at ourselves in the mirror (yk what i mean). we weren't the cool kids in real life or it was just me?
now i'm observing how hard it is to adapt that teenager to adult years. and maybe it's me but i don't feel like an adult. i am a tiny ball of anxiety. i suffer too much stress. i am trying to finish my degree but i don't know if im worthy of anything because i dont have money, and i don't have time to work and study at the same time because i spend too many time thinking about it and feeling a fraud and a failure.
i don't know how to talk to boys either —nor girls, in that way—. and until some days ago i was quite sure i was willing and capable of spending my whole life alone. i've given up to anything because i felt it imposible to be loved. but lately my mind goes up and down with that scene of jo monologue in little women by gretta gerwig. and it also goes with the hot priest monologue of fleabag. and today i rewatched the classic he's just not that into you. are we condemned to be the tedious rule? am i?
i've seen all of my girlfriends suffering the same mysery. and i've seen the extremes. women giving up the love they deserve —because they accepted the fate of being the rule— by dating a jerk just because they are afraid of loneliness. and i've also seen women giving up everything else just because they are not willing to give up love. those are us. hopeless romantics who watched way too many romantic comedies and somehow still expect to find someone willing to die for us just like dicaprio in romeo + juliet. —or at least a patrick verona—.
what i've never seen was actual love. all the couples i met... they don't look happy. they don't look in love. they don't look like they enjoy their own company even. they look exactly like a picture of instagram. they exist just to make us feel miserable even when it's obvious they are not gonna last. i've seen couples of what? 7 years? gone. broken up. they grew tired of each other and of course they never looked like they had anything close to sparkles in their eyes. chemistry? none. and maybe it is my anxiety speaking but i don't want that. i refuse to have that. i want all or nothing. i want always and forever. i want everyone to look at us and think "if i don't have that i'll kms". i want family —even tho im not sure i want to get pregnant, what am i a childbride?—. i don't want to change anything to fit in with the standards of a boy. i want marriage even tho im not sure i want to be legally married. i want the posibility, the future. i want the emotions surpassing myself. i want to not know me anymore and then knowing me again. i want to doubt myself. i want my heart beating so fast i could kill someone for them. i want to believe god exists. i want to laugh of happiness without they making a joke. i want my sundays to not be deppresing because i can hang out with the love of my life and have fun. i want to be the "and yet" of someone willingly enough to fall for me every single day even if i am kinda insane all the time. i want someone who cares. someone who fantasizes with spending the rest of their lives with me and is going to put the effort to get to know every single thing about me and stay because he's blown away. and aparently that's setting the bar "too high" because we are the rule and not the exception.
people always assume that by being a romantic i expect flowers every day and cheesy comments about how beautiful i look; and that would actually make me want to puke because i can do that myself. i am confortable with myself, i like myself, i love myself, i have the ego. i am not really asking for that much i just want someone to love me with every single thing that's probably wrong with me. what i want is someone curious and smart. someone who pays enough attention or wants to. i want the chemistry off the roof.
and contrary to anyone's beliefs the bar is too low about everything else. every single girl probably wants the same thing. is it that hard for men to understand that women want to feel loved?
lately —worldwide— it's all a competition of genres as if humanity doesn't need us to interact to survive. it's a loop that opened up in 2013? with the tumblr-4chan gate and right now got translated to the real world because pick-mes are back and being a man is cool. and suddenly that's how nature works!! because apparently women are boring and just a hole. maybe they all need to go all alexander the great. but it's getting boring. and we as women deserve love as much as respect.
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ceo-draiochta · 1 year
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Ancient Paganism on the Islands of early Modern Ireland
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The islands of Inishkea (Inis Cé) also known as Inis Geidhe or Inish Gay are a pair of islands off the coast of Belmullet, County Mayo. One of the most remote parts of Ireland. These areas have a lot of history. With habitation evident in both Neolithic and early Christian eras. The island is said, in the Irish Version of the Historia Britonum to have been occupied by a single Crane since the beginning of the world, and is named after an obscure female saint from around circa 800 AD.
The evidence for pagan or pagan like practice's in Inishkea comes from a series of accounts. 
Protestant Robert Jocelyn in 1851 described the practices of the island in his book “Progress of the Reformation in Ireland – Extracts from a series of letters written from the West of Ireland to a friend in England, in September 1851” as:
“..save during the few and necessarily short visits of the clergyman of the parish, seldom have they heard of eternal life as the free gift of God through Jesus Christ, and even these visits were unprofitable from their total ignorance of English... their worship consists in occasional meetings at their chief’s house, with visits to a holy well, called in their native tongue, Derivla... Here the absence of religion is filled with the open practice of Pagan idolatry... In the South Island, in the house of a man named Monigan, a stone idol, called in the Irish ‘Neevougi’ has been from time immemorial religiously preserved and worshipped. This god in appearance resembles a thick roll of home-spun flannel, which arises from the custom of dedicating a dress of that material to it, whenever its aid is sought; this is sewed on by an old woman, its priestess, whose peculiar care it is”
Caesar Otway in his 1841 book “Sketches in Erris and Tyrawly” describes the practice's as:
“… they have what is better called by some the Neevoge or as others pronounce it Knaveen; both mean the ‘little saint’, and I prefer the latter pronunciation which may not be a bad derivation for the English word knave, Latin gnavus, a knowing fellow. For the Knaveen of Inniskea must be a knowing one indeed, for by his instrumentality, the natives consider they can raise or allay a tempest, raise a storm when a ship nears the island, and so they may get in a wreck or allay it when their own boats are out at sea in a gale of wind. The Knaveen is a stone image of the rudest construction, attired in an undyed flannel dress which is every New Year’s Day renewed”
Caesar later describes how a pirate smashed the idol, but local people found the pieces and wrapped them together in cloth. 
Description:
Both accounts describe a Naomhóg, a stone idol wrapped in flannel. The stone is said to have been small, weighing 2-3 pounds, been greenish and the size and shape of a smoothing iron (the precursor to the modern iron)
Abilities:
The idols power is said to have been able to bring abundance in the form of wrecked ship landings and growing potatoes, heal the sick. protect from weather, quell fire, raise winds. 
Worship:
The people of the island were said to wrap the idol in a flannel, varying in colour but usually depicted as red, which was replaced each year. It was sewn by an older woman, described as a priestess. The people of the island were said to kiss the idol in thanks. The idol usual resided in the wall of the house of the chief. The idol was brought along of certain journeys for protection, The people were also to have worshipped at a holy well nearby though the relation to the idol is unsaid.
Fate of the idol:
The Naomhóg was broken by pirates but ultimately pieced and bound together. The idol supposedly was thrown into Portavally harbour by a catholic priest to get rid of it. 
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Pagan?
Idols such as Ralaghan Man, the Boa island statue and Corleck Head are pre-Christian objects thought to be used for ritual purposes. This along with the distinctly pagan powers over earth, sea and sky, and its dedicated worship suggest a pre catholic origin. Worth noting is the word “naomh” meaning saint is one of the few Irish word relating to religion to not come from Latin and instead from proto-celtic. The figure, which is described as feminine could possibly related to a pre christian St. Geidh represented by a Crane.  
Christian?
The idea of pagans on Inishkea is not without fault though. The island was home to a church dedicated to St. Colmcille, with evidence of monastery life from 540 AD. This is at odds with the supposed ancient paganism. Later accounts also suggest that the people of the island believed that the idol was from said church. There were also efforts to claim that the idol was anything Christian related from a cross to a broken piece of a jesus statue. 
Possibilities: 
Misinterpretation:
It is hardly a secret that protestants from the UK heavily looked down upon the catholic practices of Ireland and this may have been viewed as heathenry. Post famine catholic church also made an effort to ensure practices lined up with Rome, making them view the practices as unfavourable. 
They Forgot:
The islands remote position may have made it so that when the catholic centre collapsed, the people were left isolated and thus had to practise their religion from what they knew, which eventually evolved into the worship of an item associated with a saint. 
A Snapshot In Time:
The idol may very well be from a time when newer catholic traditions were introduced, as we know that the church is from an era where pagans were still common, and as such merged local practices, the concept of a female guardian of winds being brought into a christian perceptive as a saint . Life in the monastery may very well have involved pagan elements that were never corrected due to the rural location, this merged christian/pagan practice may very well have contiuned onto the modern(ish) day, with increasing yet brief christainisation from interlopers. This is personally what I think is most likely. 
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twilightishot · 2 years
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“I know truth is on Carlisle’s side. I can’t ignore that.” - Maggie
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Since it’s Irish heritage month and Women’s history month, I wonder how Shawn’s doing
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stairnaheireann · 8 months
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Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
The Irish wolfhound is a persistent symbol of ancient Celtic nobility and integrity. By the middle of the 19th century the original Irish wolfhound had all but disappeared, along with its foe the Irish wolf, and no one really had a clear idea of what it had looked like in its heyday. Around this time, however, it became the beneficiary of an obsession on the part of an Englishman named Captain…
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rotzaprachim · 8 months
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doing some readings for class and now extremely interested if academic work has been done on the boarding school in Harry Potter as English/Anglo-American apparatus for assimilation and social control
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you will never convince me that ppl casually making fun of the Welsh or the Irish is anything but Imperialism
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sadbhkellett · 7 months
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Over the moon to be able to share this essay on the seriously overlooked work of Meath poet Francis Ledwidge.
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nkeigbo · 2 years
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While talk of a new golden age of Celtic cinema might be premature, there’s no mistaking an eclectic new wave of projects making an impact elsewhere: cinemas, television and streaming platforms. Lee Haven Jones’ Welsh-language horror movie The Feast (Gwledd, 2021), shortlisted for the Sutherland Award at the 2021 BFI London Film Festival, was released in US cinemas last year. The first Breton-language drama series, Fin Ar Bed (2017-), was a major hit with French audiences. And Alastair Cole’s acclaimed Boat Song (Iorram, 2021), a lyrical portrait of the Gaelic-speaking fishing community in the Outer Hebrides, is the first cinema documentary entirely in Scots Gaelic.
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dougielombax · 5 months
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No language is useless.
Berate and scorn any moron who says otherwise. Harshly!
*yes this is about the Irish language, which many loyalists, unionist politicians and useful IDIOTS in the Republic of Ireland (all because they’re bitter about having to learn it at school, in their 40s! I say move on! For fuck’s sake!) want to see DESTROYED!*
*among MANY other languages*
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pettybourgeoiz · 2 years
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muirneach · 6 months
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my cultures teacher was like okay this week ur writing an essay but i dont want the standard five paragraph structure just write four paragraphs. well girl you’re getting at least seven from me idgaf
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