Month: March 2004

…shamelessly stolen from Davezilla.com

It’s the “We have No Heads” (audio/mpeg Object) song from Denis Leary. I for one have not yet failed to laugh my ass off at this song, but then I am admittedly feebleminded…

May the land rise again

Out of the ashes of Phoenix Park and the bloody streets of Belfast

May her soul rise again

From the ravages of time and the cruel course of history

And the jaded hearts of her lost sons and daughters

An Ocean away

Who dream of a home they never knew

And worship a Mother who welcomes them still

Dreamt of staircases and strange faces and things I thought I’d left behind…

Well, that was kind of a dumb idea. So I quit the temp job this morning, and plan on working my new job concurrently with my old job for a week or two as I’ve time for a nap between shifts. But we shall see how long that lasts. Mainly the new job is the new hotness. Or,well maybe not the new hotness but the nice refresshing change for the forseeable future. Better pay, more liveable schedule, time with my wee girls, less thankless job duties, and I’ll presumably still have some time now and then to see old friends:)

For now, I am just totally fucking exhausted, though. So it goes.

corbid/saillewillow/whoever…

Birch

A new beginning will change the situation dramatically when it arrives. Much will be different then, so it would be wise to anticipate this by resolving old business, enabling you to truly begin anew.

The first of the Ogham trees, and traditionally the first to have Ogham carved upon it, birch symbolizes beginnings. As both a protector and a gateway to the Otherworld, it also indicates good fortune. There is some risk of hastiness and rashness as well; while good luck can compensate, foresight is also of benefit.

Hazel

While you may not now have all the information you need about the situation, it will come. Gather it as the salmon gathers hazelnuts, and use your logic and your intuition to make a creative and wise decision.

Many Celtic legends involve the hazel tree, and hazelnuts which give wisdom- especially to the salmon that live in the pool under the tree and eat the nuts. Hazel symbolizes deep wisdom and insight, used to inspire creativity and resolve conflict. The hazel is the ninth tree of the Ogham.

Lady Jane Francesca Wilde

Lady Jane Francesca Wilde [or ?Speranza’] 1821-96 Wilde’s tall and strikingly attractive mother was a talented linguist, poet, and Irish patriot, who had written six books and translated others. Her best-known work is a translation of Meinhold’s Sidonia the Sorceress. Lady Wilde’s nom de plume, Speranza (the Italian for ‘Hope’) came from her advocacy of the cause of Irish freedom.

In 1879, following the death of her husband, Lady Wilde left Dublin for London, where she was a central figure of the circle of Irish writers, including George Bernard Shaw and William Butler Years. She contributed her poems and articles to periodicals, including The Woman’s World, of which Oscar Wilde was the editor in 1887-9. Under his editorship, he raised its status (formerly called The Lady’s World) from a fashion magazine for society ladies to a culture magazine for new, independent women.

During the Wilde trials in 1895, while many of Wilde’s friends persuaded him to leave the country, it was Lady Wilde who insisted that he should stay and stand trial: ‘If you stay, even if you go to prison, you will always be my son. It will make no difference to my affection. But if you go, I will never speak to you again.’ After Wilde’s conviction, however, her health declined rapidly in her despair and sorrow for ‘dear Oscar’. She died in February 1896. Learning that she would not be able to see him again on her deathbed, she said, ‘may the prison help him’.

Guinness is Gaelic For Genius, you know. So drink to superior intelligence and listen to the Pogues and BLACK 47.

Here’s some lyrics about Michael Collins:

THE BIG FELLAH

Mo chara is mo lao thu!

My friend and my calf

Is aisling trí néallaibh

A vision in dream

Do deineadh ar&eacuteir dom

Was revealed to me last night

IgCorcaigh go déanach

In Cork, a late hour,

Ar leaba im aonar

In my solitary bed

I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke

Laughin’ with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks

Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin’ and blue

But when we needed confidence we always turned to you

And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall

You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn

Hey, big fellah……….where the hell are you now

When we need you the most

Hey, big fellah……….c’mon

Tabhair dom do lámh

Give me your hand

Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans

You were there beside us, a towerin’ mighty man

And God help the informer or the hated English spy

By Jaysus, Mick, you’d crucify them without the blinkin’ of an eye

Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin’ dew

Every widow, whore and orphan could always turn to you

We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets

And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief

And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal

And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real

But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you

‘Cause you came back with a country divided up in two

… in response to a blog post that Lizzie

may or may not publish…

“Soul Love “

Words and music by David Bowie

Stone love – she kneels before the grave

A brave son – who gave his life to see the slogan

That hovers between the headstone and her eyes

For they penetrate her grieving

New love – a boy and girl are talking

New worlds – that only they can share in

New words – a love so strong it tears their hearts

To sleep – through the fleeting hours of morning

Love is careless in its choosing – sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none – just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love – and love is not loving

Soul love – the priest that tastes the word and

Told of love – and how my God on high is

All love – though reaching up my loneliness evolves

By the blindness that surrounds him

Love is careless in its choosing – sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none – just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love – and love is not loving

I now technically have three full time jobs…

I’m just a girl who cain’t say no…

We shall just have to see what happens. More details to come. I shall certainly be busy, in any case. Lalala.

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Nine of Science (Despair): Experiencing mental anguish or self-pity. Grief. Depression. Insomnia. Escaping reality. Hiding from joy and innocence. Feeling isolated and alone. Self-cruelty. In the creative process: Your creativity is blocked by self-judgments and criticism. Forgive yourself and get back to the basics; recapture your innocence and rejoin the human family.

Angel of Science: “Quis basin demonstret? (Who would demonstrate the foundation?)”. Floating in the realm of pure or abstract thought. Objective, unemotional, and unbiased thinking. Mental speculation, exploration, meditation. A brilliant insight bursting through. Stimulus to organize or systematize. Precision and clarity of vision. In the creative process: An intellectual vision or perfect insight inspires you to rise above yourself.

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