Archived entries for Cór Cúil Aodha

I’ll give all my furious affection

The Gloaming (Martin HayesIarla O'Lionaird , Caomhin O'Raghallaigh, Dennis Cahill and New York pianist/producer Thomas Bartlett aka Doveman) have been getting a torrent of rave, and much deserved, reviews lately, post their self titled album release, their Saturday Night Show appearance and their gig in the NCH (which i had the pleasure to attend).

I'm not going to get in to reviewing the album or the NCH gig, which was incredible, but one of the big tracks songs from the album is Freedom, or Saoirse in Irish; a song based on the famous poem Saoirse by Seán O Riordáin. It, like all songs on the album, is in Irish and while I knew knew of the poem i had to back and read it again. So for you who are in a similar boat here's the poem in full in Irish with translation (translated by Greg Delanty, Poetry Ireland Review, Issue 84 via cstone.net) in English below.

 

Saoirse

Raghaidh mé síos i measc na ndaoine
De shiúl mo chos
Is raghaidh mé. síos anocht

Ó fanfad libh de ló is d’oiche,
Is beidh mé íseal,
Is beidh mé dílis,
D’bhur snabsmaointe.

Mar do chuala iad ag fás im intinn,
Ag fás gan chuimse,
Gan mheasarthacht.

Is do thugas gean mo chroí go fíochmhar
Don rud tá srianta,
Don gach macrud:

Don smacht, don reacht, don teampall daoineach,
Don bhfocal bocht coitianta
Don am fé leith:

Don ab, don chlog, don seirbhiseach
Don chomparáid fhaitíosach,
Don bheaguchtach:

Don luch, don tomhas, don dreancaid bhideach,
Don chaibidil, don líne
Don aibítir:

Don mhórgacht imeachta is tíochta,
Don chearrbhachas istoíche,
Don bheannachtain:

Don bhfeirmeoir ag tomhas na gaoithe
Sa bhfómhar is é ag cuirnhneamh
Ar pháirc eornan:

Don chomhthuiscint, don chomh-sheanchuimhne,
Do chomhiompar comhdhaoine,
Don chomh-mhacrud

Is bheirim fuath anois is choíche
Do imeachtaí na saoirse,
Don neamhspleáchas.

Is atuirseach an intinn
A thit in iomar doimhin na saoirse,
Ní mhaireann cnoc dar chruthaigh Dia ann,
Ach cnoic theibi, sainchnoic shamhlaíochta.
Is bíonn gach cnoc díobh lán de mhianta
Ag dreapadóireacht gan chomhlíonadh,
Nil teora leis an saoirse
Ná le cnoca na samhlaíochta,
Ná níl teora leis na mianta,
Ná faoiseamh
Le fail.

 

Freedom

I'll go out and mingle with people.
I'll head down on my own two feet.
I'll walk down tonight.

I'll go down looking for Confinedom,
counteract the rabid freedom
coursing here.

I'll fetter the pack of snarling thoughts
hounding me
in my aloneness.

I'll look for a regular chapel
chock-a-block with people
at a set time.

I'll seek the company of folk
who never practise freedom,
nor aloneness,

and listen to pennythoughts
exchanged
like something coined.

I'll bear affection for people
without anything original
in their stockthoughts.

I'll stay with them day and night.
I'll be humble
and loyal to their snuffed minds

since I heard them
rising in my mind
without control.

I'll give all my furious affection
to everything that binds them
to every stockthing:

to control, to contracts, to the communal temple,
to the poor common word,
to the concise time,

to the cowl, to the cockerel, to the cook,
to the weak comparison,
to the coward,

to the cosy mouse, to the cost, to the covert flea,
to the code, to the codex,
to the codicil,

to the cocky coming and going,
to the costly night gambling,
to the conferred blessing,

to the concerned farmer testing
the wind, contemplating
a field of corn,
to co-understanding, to co-memory,
to the co-behaviour of co-people,
to the co-stockthing.

And I condemn now and forever
the goings-on of freedom,
independence.

The mind is finished
that falls into the abyss of freedom.
There's no hills made by god there,
only abstract hills — specifically of the imagination.
Every hill crawls with desires
that climb without ever reaching fulfilment.
There's no limit to freedom
on Mount Fancy,
nor is there limit to desire,
nor any relief
to be found.

Cór Cúil Aodha – Temple Bar Trad Fest (2012) – #1

Cór Cúil Aodha played a gig last Saturday @ Dublin City Hall as part of Temple Bar Trad Fest. I managed to setup the GoPro in two different positions for the first and second half of the concert. The files being huge and the GoPro not being built for sound, means that the ultimate version that you see above isn't great sound or picture quality wise. But it should give you a good idea of how the concert went. The gig itself was 2 hours long soonce i have the rest cut together ill upload.

Cór Cúil Aodha - Temple Bar Trad Fest (2012) - Part 1
Sean Ó Duibhir a' Ghleanna
Can'ad don Long
An Poc ar Bulie
Mo Ghile, m'fhear



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