Category: 25 Pins in a packet women creators

  • The Garden of the Fand 1916 by Sir Arnold Bax

    Whilst in Mayo on holidays a conversation occurred regarding accessing written materials by Artist and Seer George Russell (AE). The only book obtainable from the library was The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries, by W.Y Evans Wentz. There are a few pages of unidentified interview with AE within the book (Colin Smythe, Humanities Press, 1911). The name of…

  • Borges, Neo-Nazism, and a Pierre Joris Link to Edward Said.

    There has been a European under-current in indoctrinated and ugly Neo-Nazism, indeed it turned up on a political site where I sometimes hang out to do my bickering. Political-sites often provide a happy breeding-ground for people who would rather not think, but do one of two things : indoctrinate others of like mind , or have…

  • ‘The Second Voyage ‘ by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin.

    Odysseus rested on his oar, and saw The ruffled foreheads of the waves Crocodiling and mincing past; he rammed The oar between their jaws, and looked down In the simmering sea, where scribbles of weeds defined Uncertain depth, and the slim fishes progressed In fatal formation, and thought If there was a single Streak of…

  • Happy Christmas , I lost my avatar

    O well, I lost my avatar so have included an image of guimel, after attempting a braille V, and a semaphore download.  Today I went to the National library and got maybe five minutes of quiet time in a Christmas rush that involves me doing all the cooking. (Thus ingredient buying). The Yeats exhibit is still there and…

  • Dublin Writer’s Centre Funding Cut and A Saturday Woman Poet.

    The Irish Arts Council is struggling with the yearly budget arrangements; and well the mainstay of support for Writers has been cut out of the Budget. This small preoccupation has many (many) reasons for me; but I shall refer in brief to two: 1.In 2003 , the Then Minister for Arts and Tourism decided to commit a…

  • “Looking for Mother” by Dorothy Molloy

    “Looking for Mother” by Dorothy Molloy

      I ransack her room. Loot and pillage. I root in her trunk. Crack open the tightly sprung boxes of satin and plush. Pierce my breast with her butterfly brooch. I pose in her hats, French berets, mantillas of lace, the veil that falls over her face, the boa she wraps round her neck. I…

  • “The Immortal” by Elisaveta Bagryana

    The Immortal Now bloodless and almost fleshless unmoving , unbreathing, voiceless. With eyes half closed and sunken, what matter if -Anna or Maria, the fine lids will never rise, the clenched lips will not move or ever again utter a moan or sigh. And look how already white and strange is that ring upon her…

  • An elegy, lament by an unidentified woman

    I was ordered to live in a nest of leaves, in an earthen cave under an oak. I writhe with longing in this ancient hole; The valleys seem leaden, the hills reared aloft, And the bitter towns all bramble patches of empty pleasure. The memory of parting Rips at my heart. my friends are out…

  • ‘Aphbicécladiggalhymaroidphorebstevanzy’

      I have long forgotten the name of that author of a scarlet-clad Encyclopaedia, but the alphabetical references marked upon each volume have remained for me an indelible and magical word : Aphbicéladiggalhymaroidphorebstevanzy.   from My Mother’s House and Sido, by Colette. Originally :La Maison de Claudine , 1992 . Sido , 1929

  • A Saturday Woman Writer: Rosa Luxemburg, A Prison letter.

    “Sonyusha, Where do you think I am writing this letter? In the garden! I have brought out a small table at which I am now seated, hidden among the shrubs. To the right is the currant bush smelling of cloves; to the left, a privet in flower, overhead, a sycamore and a young slender Spanish Chestnut stretch their…