Friday, August 23, 2013

SIMPLE REVISITED



Decided to revisit recent poem 'SIMPLE'






SIMPLE

Words, soft in the breeze, so simple, yet touching;
Skin shivers, leaves tremble; emotions exploring.
Their smiles like the wind, as simple, yet scorching;
Sense scatters, leaves falling; escape routes devouring.



Maureen Walsh - August 2013






ciao for now!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Mná na hÉireann and Sharing.





Watched Silver Linings again tonight with Emma and her partner, Johannes, and, they loved it. I was thrilled, of course, and thoroughly enjoyed the debate that ensued re. direction, content, script and performances.

This evening, on my way home from Tipperary town, I listened to a radio program about Irish folk music and its historical context.. This session, one of a 6/8 week series, concentrated upon Irish heroines, and the lack of folk songs written for them. I didn't catch the complete program, but I did hear Frances Black singing a verse of The Magdalene Sisters (pictured above. Each and every one a heroine! Will return to this subject in the not too distant future). Following that, I heard a piece of music that sounded very familiar, but I had never heard it complete with lyrics before. The voice also sounded familiar, and did think it sounded like Kate Bush. A verse or so later, the radio broadcaster informed that it was indeed Kate Bush and the song was Mná na hÉireann (Women of Ireland). I was overwhelmed by the beauty of both the singing and the song. When I arrived home, I couldn't wait to share this with Emma; so 'YouTubed' it and the kitchen was overtaken by goose-pimples. Peadar Ó Doirín's (1704-1796) poem, which belongs to the genre that imagines Ireland as a generous, beautiful woman suffering the depredations of an English master on her land, her cattle, or her self, and which demands Irish men to defend her, or ponders why they fail to, is set to an air composed by Séan Ó Riada (1931-1971).

Something very special about sharing something that moves you so much. Kate Bush's performance of this song is stunning and to think I almost missed it!




 Ciao for now!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

SIMPLE




SIMPLE

Soft words in the breeze, so simple, yet touching;
Skin shivers, leaves tremble; emotion exploring.
His smile like the wind, as simple, yet scorching; 
Sense scatters, leaves falling; escape route devouring.


Maureen Walsh - August 2013







Ciao for now!



Thursday, August 15, 2013

SILVER LININGS, SILVER HAIR AND SILVER TONGUES.






Watched Silver Linings Playbook the other night. Long time since I enjoyed a movie as much. Starring Bradley Cooper (Hangover), Jennifer Lawrence, who won an Oscar for Best Actress for her role in this picture, Robert de Niro, Jacki Weaver, and Chris Tucker, this movie is billed as a romantic comedy, but it is so much more than that. It boasts a beautifully-written screenplay by David O. Russell based on Matthew Quick's novel. Mr Russell also directs this delightful film, exacting just the right amount of 'everything' from this wonderful cast. Robert de Niro, even as one of my favourite movie stars, is inclined to run away with himself at times, but not for one moment during this gem of a picture, does he overdo anything. Jacki Weaver wide-eyed, unstintingly patient, with sack-loads of quiet wisdom is a breath of fresh air in the role of De Niro's wife. Bradley Cooper, who is an extremely likeable performer proves that he is so much more than the handsome face and the funny guy. Jennifer Lawrence, as Tiffany, is absolutely incredible and will, without question, be joining the Hollywood legendary ranks alongside such greats as Bette Davis, Katherine Hepburn, Cate Blanchett and Meryl Streep. The official blurb:

After a stint in a mental institution, former teacher Pat Solitano moves back in with his parents and tries to reconcile with his ex-wife. Things get more challenging when Pat meets Tiffany, a mysterious girl with problems of her own.


There are only a few films, that I find myself wanting to watch more than once, and this is definitely one of them. Actually, I'll be watching it again next week with my daughter, Emma, when she comes home to Ireland on holiday. She hasn't seen it yet and I'll be dying to see her face as she watches it. I just hope after my ravings, she won't be disappointed. 






Last Sunday, I was listening happily to the radio on my way to Lahinch for a routine injection of all things Ocean, when suddenly my ears went on red alert at the suggestion that this present Government might be considering a reduction in the old age pension. Simon Coveney TD from Cork denied this, but of course, as past history has proved, 'rumours' such as these have a way of leaking, infiltrating and then becoming cemented into 'The System'. Let them dare, that's all I shall say. 


If this Government goes down that road, then I shall be marching, and I shall do everything within my power to get all my friends and neighbours, with or without silver hair, to do the same. This must not be allowed to happen and we must fight with all our might on behalf of and alongside one the most vulnerable sectors within our society!







No, the last thing this State needs at the moment are silver-tongued politicians, but hey, who doesn't love a compliment or two, or three, or more. Now and then you have the good fortune to come into contact with a man or woman, who isn't shy about telling others that they look well, and it really is quite refreshing. Women aren't particularly good at telling other women that they look well. Not sure about men to other men. If I get chatting to someone whilst shopping; queuing; travelling etc; and I like their outfit, their hair-do, or I have enjoyed their company, I would normally tell them. Might be construed as being silver-tongued, charming or even weird. My feelings: if you admire something or someone....why hide it!


According to my late mother, my father was a bit of a charmer. Judging by the way my friends were all captivated by him at my graduation, I have no doubts that he was. As I drove to Cashel yesterday in my dad's car, which is now mine, and may I say is looking rather resplendent in its new Irish number plates; one of my dad's favourite songs started to play on the radio. I wound down my window and stuck out my arm and hoped that my raised hand would brush off his....somewhere out there! 


Sarah Brightman and Jose Carreras singing Amigos para Siempre. 









Ciao for Now!