FREE EVENT Open Mic Session – Thursday 28th June

***FREE Event***. Open Mic Session facilitated by Open Mic Mannor in The Market House, Blacklion on Thursday 28th June at 20:30.

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“Open Mic Manor has been running for over four years now. We’re lucky to get people from all over so it’s great to be on the road again ourselves and popping up in Blacklion thanks to the Cathal Bui Festival.

Open Mic is great fun. We never know what to expect and are always amazed by who gets up to perform, and how crowded it gets. New talent pops up, and occasionally people that have sat quietly listening for months or years finally take to the stage.

The casual nature of Open Mic makes it a perfect testing ground and encourages the learning and creation of new pieces. Often we hear works on their first public airing.

Caife Bia-Slainte, where we run the event in Manorhamilton, give us great support. Zoltan hosts the night, and my sister Hedda and I do the background organizing, but really it’s the public who listen and perform that make the night happen.
The range of performances we hear is a great indicator of the diverse and creative community that live in the area, including music, poetry, rap and narrative.

Over the coming year Open Mic Manor and The Glens Centre are collaborating on a few Open Mics themed around borderlines and shared spaces as part of the “Across The Lines” project. We hope that with the help of the community here one of these will happen here in Blacklion/Belcoo so we’re excited to have this opportunity to meet some more people and get a sense for the talent and tunes here.

Phoebe”

Talk by Kirstin Lemon kicks off Cathal Buí 2018 on Monday 25th June

Kirstin Lemon of the Geological Survey of Northern Ireland kicks off Cathal Buí 2018 on Monday 25th
June with a talk and presentation entitled ‘UNESCO Global Geoparks and Landscape Tourism’ in the
Market House, Blacklion at 8pm.

Kirstin, who holds a doctorate in Geological Sciences, is an advisor to and assessor of UNESCO Global
Geoparks and aspiring UNESCO Global Geoparks. She previously worked with Marble Arch Caves and
Cavan County Council as Geopark Geologist, helping to make this the world’s first cross-border
geopark.

Kirstin is passionate about geology and geoparks, relating the latter to the people who inhabit them.
She also possesses the rare ability to communicate and transfer this enthusiasm to captive
audiences throughout the UNESCO Global Geopark network.

Date Change – Festival now starting on Monday 25th June

Please note we are now starting on Monday 25th June (not 27th) and will have events right through to Monday 2nd July..

The Yellow Bittern by Thomas S. McDonagh (Translated from An Bonnán Buí)

 The yellow bittern that never broke out
In a drinking bout, might as well have drunk;
His bones are thrown on a naked stone
Where he lived alone like a hermit monk.
O yellow bittern! I pity your lot,
Though they say that a sot like myself is curst —
I was sober a while, but I’ll drink and be wise
For I fear I should die in the end of thirst.

            It’s not for the common birds that I’d mourn,
The black-bird, the corn-crake, or the crane,
But for the bittern that’s shy and apart
And drinks in the marsh from the lone bog-drain.
Oh! if I had known you were near your death,
While my breath held out I’d have run to you,
Till a splash from the Lake of the Son of the Bird
Your soul would have stirred and waked anew.

My darling told me to drink no more
Or my life would be o’er in a little short while;
But I told her ’tis drink gives me health and strength
And will lengthen my road by many a mile.
You see how the bird of the long smooth neck
Could get his death from the thirst at last —
Come, son of my soul, and drain your cup,
You’ll get no sup when your life is past.

            In a wintering island by Constantine’s halls
A bittern calls from a wineless place,
And tells me that hither he cannot come
Till the summer is here and the sunny days.
When he crosses the stream there and wings o’er the sea
Then a fear comes to me he may fail in his flight —
Well, the milk and the ale are drunk every drop,
And a dram won’t stop our thirst this night.

 

 

** 1] A translation of the 18th-century poem “An Bonnán Buí” by Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna. MacDonagh writes: “All my translations are very close to the originals.
In my version of this poem I have changed nothing for the purpose of elucidation. I have even translated the name of Loch Mhic an Éin, a lake in the North-west
of Ireland. Some of the references must be obscure to all but students of Irish literature; I think, however, that the poem does not suffer too much from
the difficulty of these.” bittern: heron-like marsh bird with a booming cry.

Gillan, Patrick. “MacDonagh, Thomas Stanislaus (1878-1916).” Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. Ed. H. C. G. Matthew and Brian Harrison. Oxford:
OUP, 2004.

Biographical information 

Given name: Thomas Stanislaus
Family name: MacDonagh
Birth date: 1 January 1878
Death date: 3 May 1916
Nationality: Irish
Family relations
wife: Muriel Gifford (from January 1912)
Education: Rockwell College, near Cashel, county Tipperary to 1901
Politics: Irish Republican Brotherhood: 1915 to 1916
Occupation: Teacher
Residences
29 Oakley Road, Ranelagh
St Colman’s College, Fermoy, county Cork
St Kieran’s College, Kilkenny
Cloughjordan, county Tipperary: 1878
Dublin: 1908
32 Baggot Street, Dublin, near St Stephen’s Green: 1912
Cause of death: firing squad
Buried at: Unmarked grave, Arbour Hill barracks

 

For An Bonnán Buí by Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna in old Gaelc script click here

For English translation The Yellow Bittern by Seamus Heaney click here

The Yellow Bittern by Seamus Heaney (Translated from An Bonnán Buí)

Yellow bittern, there you are now,
Skin and bone on the frozen shore.
It wasn’t hunger but thirst for a mouthful
That left you foundered and me heartsore.
What odds is it now about Troy’s destruction
With you on the flagstones upside down,
Who never injured or hurt a creature
And preferred bog water to any wine?

Bittern, bittern, your end was awful,
Your perished skull there on the road,
You that would call me every morning
With your gargler’s song as you guzzled mud.
And that’s what’s ahead of your brother Cathal
(You know what they say about me and the stuff)
But they’ve got it wrong and the truth is simple:
A drop would have saved that croaker’s life.

I am saddened, bittern, and broken hearted
To find you in scrags in the rushy tufts,
And the big rats scampering down the rat paths
To wake your carcass and have their fun.
If you could have got word to me in time, bird,
That you were in trouble and craved a sup,
I’d have struck the fetters of those lough waters
And wet your thrapple with the blow I struck.

Your common birds do not concern me,
The blackbird, say, or the thrush or crane,
But the yellow bittern, my heartsome namesake
With my looks and locks, he’s the one I mourn.
Constantly he was drinking, drinking,
And by all accounts I’ve a name for it too,
But every drop I get I’ll sink it
For fear I might get my end from drouth.

The woman I love says to give it up now
Or else I’ll go to an early grave,
But I say no and keep resisting
For taking drink’s what prolongs your days.
You saw for yourself a while ago
What happened to the bird when its throat went dry;
So my friends and neighbours, let it flow:
You’ll be stood no rounds in eternity.

 

For An Bonnán Buí by Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna in old Gaelc script click here

For English translation The Yellow Bittern by Thomas S. McDonagh click here

Our first ever “Sing Together Playshop” event confirmed for 2018 Festival.

Find your voice in our first ever “Sing Together Playshop” event facilitated by Sarah Garden, Community Musician based in Co. Leitrim. This is a taster singing session open to all ages and abilities, so if you love singing in the shower this is for you. Nobody sings on their own. The session will include songs from a variety of genres including some “as gaeilge”. Everyone welcome!

www.sarahgarden.ie