#irish writers

[importantwomensbirthdays]

Ella Young

Writer and scholar Ella Young was born in 1867 in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Young published her first book of poetry in 1906, with a work of Irish folklore following three years later. In 1910, she published Celtic Wonder Tales, another collection of Celtic myths, which was later translated into French and received new editions in 1923, 1995, and 2001. Young was a member of Sinn Féin and a participant in the 1916 Uprising. She believed in the revival of Irish culture through the promotion of Celtic mythology. Young came to the US to teach at UC Berkeley, becoming a respected educator. Two of her books, The Wonder Smith and His Son and The Tangle-Coated Horse and Other Tales were Newbery Honor books.

Ella Young died in 1956 at the age of 88.

#ireland #irish #history #women's history #irish history #celtic #irish writers #poets #irish poets

[raven-runes]

I've said more farewells

than a hundred sailors

whaling from Belfast to Boston

shed more parting tears

than a myriad weeping madonnas

mourning their martyred sons

keened on more

blood-soaked moors

than all of Éire's banshees

.

is each last kiss

worth its searing stigmata

or should the heart quiet sleep

under a cairn cold and deep?

#poem #mine #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original writing #original poetry #death poem #death and dying #last kiss #last goodbye #Irish #irish writers #poetstribe #poems daily #poems and poetry

[firstpersonnarrator]

More please

#robert sheehan #the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #tua s2 #rob’s kisser #that mouth though #Rob’s lips #even look soft #how dare he #offended #by the paucity of pucker pictures #right? #british library #irish writers #something or other #new clothes finally

[alchemisland]

Waiting For The Kettle Age Seven

After my brother’s stabbing I remember the kettle boiling

At light’s lapsing arrived dour parents, wearing day’s toiling

Alighting long suffering fell silent and longsighing allowed finally feel thankful

Tankful of upturned woe vial, aside them angels and viler iterations

April’s ides bewared, too tired for ire they thanked God for two sons

Dad upon his gracious knees, who oft prayer shuns 

I lacking understanding looked on uncaring, peering through cracks to see in

What thoughts I harboured about blades were mostly Tolkien’s 

Stirring with a spoon I mull, beside my plate

A knife’s soon fate; unavoidable union of flesh and metal. 

Same since Cain that day come around again, evolution we chuckle seems in vain

His blood armoured boots rigid as timbers stood months in the corner of the room

Grizzly trophies, as if he’d been raptured; the ghost that had lived in mam’s womb. 

But he is not dead and he did not die, memento mori his boots recall knives

No man longs peace like the man who has bled

He didn’t die, goddammit, he is not dead. 

#blades #knife #stabbing #trauma #traumatic memories #memories #brother #family #poet #poetry #writeblr #irish writers #irish artists #ireland #irish poetry #alchemisland #alchemy #words #rhyming #writer #expression #creative writing #artists

[onenakedfarmer]

SAMUEL BECKETT "Cascando"

1

why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden they will always start dragging too soon the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want bringing up the bones the old loves sockets filled once with eyes like yours all always is it better too soon than never the black want splashing their faces saying again nine days never floated the loved nor nine months nor nine lives

2

saying again if you do not teach me I shall not learn saying again there is a last even of last times last times of begging last times of loving of knowing not knowing pretending a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again love love love thud of the old plunger pestling the unalterable whey of words

terrified again of not loving of loving and not you of being loved and not by you of knowing not knowing pretending pretending

I and all the others that will love you if they love you

3

unless they love you

#poetry #Samuel Beckett #Irish writers

[fainne-geal-an-lae]

3am and I’m thinking long and hard about how much Cathy Earnshaw being my favourite literary character of all time has shaped my own characters… I love creating women who’s mere existence would invoke a wave of Irish Times opinion columnists screaming, crying and throwing up!

#cathy earnshaw #wuthering heights #writing #writers on tumblr #ireland #irish writers

[miserymiseryvulture]

My book came out this year, be cool if you read it.

#horror #horror fiction #horror novella #indie lit #indie horror #irish horror #horror writer #irish writers #werewolves #werewolf #werewolf fiction #antifa horror

[starklyscifi]

Three Reasons to Read Idol by Louise O’Neill

1. It’s the Instagram drama you crave, but you don’t have to wait for updates

2. The social commentary on Instagram, and broader social media culture, is brilliant

3. Beautiful writing. I love Irish writers - their style and depth is incredible

#Louise O’Neill #book rec #irish writers #contemporary fiction

[miseryvulture]

My book was published this year, be pretty cool if you read it.

#books #horror #horror fiction #novella #horror novella #werewolf #werewolves #horror book #horror books #irish horror #irish writers

[gone2soon-rip]

DERVLA MURPHY (1931-Died May 22nd 2022,at 90) Irish touring cyclist and author of adventure travel books, writing for more than 50 years.Murphy is best known for her 1965 book Full Tilt: Ireland to India with a Bicycle, about an overland cycling trip through Europe, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India. She followed this with volunteer work helping Tibetan refugees in India and Nepal and trekking with a mule through Ethiopia. Murphy took a break from travel writing following the birth of her daughter, and then wrote about her travels with Rachel in India, Pakistan, South America, Madagascar and Cameroon. She later wrote about her solo trips through Romania, Africa, Laos, the states of the former Yugoslavia and Siberia. In 2005, she visited Cuba with her daughter and three granddaughters.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dervla_Murphy

#Dervla Murphy #Irish Writers #Irish Authors #Irish Travel Writers #Irish Cyclists #Cyclists #Travel Writers #Writers #Authors #Notable Deaths in May 2022 #Notable Deaths in 2022

[realbeeing]

"I waited trembling for the faintest touch, the shyest breathing of the Everlasting within my soul, the sign of reception and forgiveness. I knew it would come. I could not so desire what was not my own, and what is our own we cannot lose. Desire is hidden identity. The darkness drew me heavenward. From the hill the plains beneath slipped away grown vast and vague, remote and still. I seemed alone with immensity, and there came at last that melting of the divine darkness into the life within me for which I prayed. Yes, I still belonged, however humbly, to the heavenly household. I was not outcast. Still, though by a thread fine as that by which a spider hangs from the rafters, my being was suspended from the habitations of eternity. I longed to throw my arms about the hills, to meet with kisses the lips of the seraph wind. I felt the gaiety of childhood springing up through weariness and age, for to come into contact with that which is eternally young is to have that childhood of the spirit it must attain ere it can be moulded by the Magician of the Beautiful and enter the House of Many Mansions." -George William Russell (Æ)

#Æ #george william russell #irish writers

[kitaston]

"and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes"

from The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde

illustration by Del Kathryn Barton

#del kathryn barton #australian artists #art #paintings #oscar wilde #irish writers #the nightingale and the rose #book illustration

[happygiftideas]

(via "James Joyce Dublin Ireland" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by happygiftideas)

#findyourthing #redbubble #jamesjoyce #irish writers #irishpoets #james joyce

[alchemisland]

So Shall Anxiety

Will we meet again?

We will meet again

When will we meet?

We will meet when we two meet, table set mead meat

Where will we meet?

We will meet on blasted heath, breasting cobble-bound clinker-builts streets 

We will meet again

Will it and it will, will it when and where

Within it and without, yonder here and there.

#friendship #indecision #social anxiety #anxiety #weight of shared history #feeling #emotion #expression #poem #poetry #poet #writing #writeblr #writing community #irish writers #artists #alchemisland #alchemy of experience #worry #gnawing biting worry #axe of worry my lissome tree spine fearful #rhythm #words #prose #description

[ursocool77]

ursocool (main title pt 2)

#poems #poetry #writing #ursocool77 #irish writers

[craigandrewdowd]

Hamill in the Park, by Craig Dowd. The Galway Review, Galway Academic Press.

Though reading to myself, I was somehow reviving that life for Becca—the heat she had missed. It was a tour through a lost city, a city that continued to resist the erosions of time. Again there was the thrill of print and the lights who guided me. Again, the nights without end. But how many days like this do you need to catch up to the girl sitting next to you? How do you share a life when so much of it has passed?

On Reading, Writing, Pete Hamill, and Everything Else. 

#pete hamil #essay #writing #irish writers #literary #Craig Dowd