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by Cormac MacConnellRecent Posts
- Cormac MacConnell: Proud to be green, proud to be Irish!
- Off the drink for Lent, except for St. Patrick's Day
- Political diversions in Ireland are giving us mighty craic
- There's nothing like a box of Cadbury's Roses
- Wise old men and their graves
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Cormac MacConnell: Proud to be green, proud to be Irish!
A learned scientist and colorist called Wassily Kandinsky recently published a major work on the symbolic powers of colors. He produced a Circle of Colors as part of that study, and the qualities and powers he ascribed to the various colors are interesting indeed.
Off the drink for Lent, except for St. Patrick's Day
Cadogan always goes off the drink for the seven weeks of Lent. For that reason no man in the world looks forward to St. Patrick's Day more than Cadogan does.
That is because you get an exemption from the vow for the national feast day and you can drink your fill. I spoke to him on the phone yesterday and he was already getting excited.
Cadogan is a drinking man that enjoys not just his pint but all the attendant public house joys that come attached.
Political diversions in Ireland are giving us mighty craic
There are far too many scribes around the place writing about the doom and gloom of our current social and economic plight.
Ye know me by now. I prefer to navigate a path around the dreary mountains of doom and gloom and look at things from another point of view where possible.
There's nothing like a box of Cadbury's Roses
Many of you are Irish-born or the offspring of those born in Ireland. A high percentage of ye, therefore, would not be reading this, or would not be here at all, were it not for England's great gift to the world, the Cadbury family.
That is a historic fact as I will quickly explain, using just one small story drawn from my own experience.
Wise old men and their graves
The humpty graveyard surrounding Kilbawn Chapel is exactly like thousands of graveyards in rural Ireland.
A little light relief in these challenging times
I swear that I am going to write something lighthearted this week. I'm going to avoid all the national and international tremors and tragedies and politics and plagues.
It will be difficult indeed under the circumstances, but dammit there comes a time to call in the clowns too. And we're there.
How a finger puppet became a member of the family
I came home from the Honk a little while ago under a curved moon and one of the last pure blued night skies of the expiring year.
The Dutch Nation and the dogs and cats were all abed. The Christmas tree was still lit up in the corner of the front room of the cottage, and the stove was glowing redly. It was warm and cozy.
From the bottom of the little tree, down near the stand, the old familiar face of Mastitis leered out at me from behind a bulb in the shape of a holly berry. Though he looked quite frightening, I still raised my glass to him before beginning to write this piece, the last of the Old Year, the first of the incoming infant.
Full moons and black art in rural Ireland
Published Wednesday, October 14, 2009, 12:40 PM
There is a full moon over Clare tonight. It is almost as bright as day still after an orange and ochre twilight.
There is a small breeze and the leaves that are falling in whispering legions are dark shadows now against the moon's face, even though they will be gold and yellow and russet and rustling in the morning.
An Irishman buries the hatchet with his enemies
Published Wednesday, October 21, 2009, 9:19 AM
This is a simple and personal little story. There is not much entertainment in here.
Maybe I should not write it at all I think, even as I sit at the keyboard, because the trippings and trappings of one little man's little life are not the stuff from which columns are normally made.
Positive news on the Irish job front: The wise man who creates good
Published Wednesday, October 28, 2009, 9:22 AM
Wise people who propose to build a new country house in the Clare region often send for Councilor P.J. Kelly to come and have a look at their site before they lay one block.
The lively and likeable councilor is a man of many parts, and dowsing or divining with rods and wires is just one of his arts. He has a national reputation in that field. It is well deserved.
Gather 'round the campfire: November is Ireland's Month of the Dead
Published Wednesday, November 4, 2009, 11:33 AM
November is still the official Month of the Dead in Ireland.
People go to their chapels and visit the peaceful graves of their dead, say a certain ritual of Hail Marys and Holy Marys and gain for the dead a plenary indulgence which releases them instantly from Purgatory and into Paradise like a shot.
Connemara moonshiners: The poitin patriots
Published Wednesday, November 11, 2009, 9:55 AM
A different era in a different and much more blandified Ireland, yet a few of the old roads still have to be followed faithfully.
I picked up the phone yesterday and called a certain number in Connemara, like I do every early November, and I put in my order for Christmas. I don't yet know how or where I will collect my order come December, but I know my crystal consignment will be there somewhere, and I don't think it will cost me much more than €60 in my money and whatever that is nowadays in yours.
Ireland has a drinking problem: the death of old 'country' pubs
Published Wednesday, November 18, 2009, 9:11 AM
I take up my battered old bugle to blow a brazen blast of praise over my Irish Voice colleague John Spain for his piece recently about the crazy new drink driving legislation moving rapidly towards the statute books even as we speak.
John and I most often sing from different ends of the sheet, as well as from different coasts, but by heavens the next time I meet him in a country pub the drinks will be on me. Every comma of his column and every word of it rings as pure truth.
Return of the rogue: Sassy 'breath of fresh air' Sarah Palin
Published Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 1:27 PM
The last time I mentioned Sarah Palin in this pastoral kind of patch it was at the direct request of our beloved editor. Hacks of my generation tend to do what editors request, so I produced.
I said, in synopsis, that because she was sassy and a breath of fresh air on the political scene, and since she had gorgeous eyes and legs, that I would be tempted to cross party lines here in Ireland and vote for her election to the local town council. She would be a bit of craic at that level.
Where are all the whistlers?
Published Wednesday, December 2, 2009, 3:53 PM
I was writing in another paper recently about what seems to be the lost art of whistling in Ireland. The reaction from all sides astonished me.
What I wrote was a light piece about how much I missed the presence of whistlers nowadays on the streets and in workplaces. It was a bit of craic around the reality that whistlers are indeed very scarce on the island now.
Liam Clancy: Catching up with a legend
Published Tuesday, March 10, 2009, 6:19 PM
Toward the end of a bleak year for international bankers and Irish balladeers, I'm sitting in the cottage on a November evening listening to RTE playing the late and great Ronnie Drew.
Both the presenter and myself and probably thousands of other listeners are misty-eyed as the gravel voice counterpoints the almost saccharine sweet tones of Eleanor Shanley in a duet version of "I've Got a Couple More Years On You Baby, That's All." Infinitely poignant.
Her Majesty’s troops in Iraq, pure as the driven snow
Published Wednesday, December 9, 2009, 1:27 PM
I have been stunned recently by yet another series of foul accusations of serious misconduct against Her Majesty's troops in Iraq. Will it never end?
Down all the decades of my lifetime, from about every corner of the globe, these vile and foul accusations continue to be directed against Her Majesty's men and women despite the fact that full and thorough investigations of them by Her Majesty's other men -- usually distinguished retired judges and officers -- find that all of them are unjustified.
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