Icham of Irlaunde
Icham of Irlaunde
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlaunde
Gode sire praye ich the
For of saynte charite,
Come ant dunce wyt me
In Irlaunde.
William Butler Yeats based a longer poem on this medieval Irish lyric. If the Aer Lingus or the Irish tourist bureau wants to entice visitors, they could hardly do better than those last two lines.
Unless, of course, they invite you to ride in "the holy londe"
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| From Dublin Cycling |
Happy Saint Parick's Day!
Today is, of course, St. Patrick’s Day.
Since I am not Irish (at least, not to my knowledge!), I will not tell you whether or how to celebrate this day. I will say, however, that so much of what we’ll see today is what I’ll call Celtic Kitsch. (Confession: I was in college before I knew that the “C” at the beginning of “Celtic” is pronounced like a “k.” Until then, I’d been pronouncing the word as “sell-tick,” like the basketball team in Boston.) The truth is, few can agree on what is “authentically” Irish. Although schools teach the Gaelic language, nearly everyone speaks (beautifully) the language of their colonizers. And, apart from Roman Catholicism with a strong monastic tradition—which the young are largely abandoning—we actually know little about pre-Anglo Irish culture and history.
James Joyce understood as much. Although all of his writing is set in his native country—which he lived away from for most of his adult life—he is not part of a “Celtic revival.” Instead, he used Ireland—Dublin, mainly—as a lens through which he could explore how people move through life, and how it moves through them—and, perhaps most important, our minds re-assemble it all, whether in images or language—or simply deal live with it as the chaos it is.
Some have said that Joyce’s works—specifically Dubliners and Ulysses—are therefore to literature what Picasso’s Cubist paintings are to art. Others have called him the first “cinematic” writer. I agree with both, and would add that his narrative style is like a bicycle ride: Whenever I take a ride, even one I’ve done hundreds of times, I see not only people and things I haven’t seen before, but a building, a city block, a tree or a seashore from an angle or in a different kind of light (or darkness) from what I saw on that same ride on a different day.
Martina Devlin, Darina Gallagher and Donna Cooney seem to understand as much. On Sunday, they participated in a Dublin St. Patrick’s Day parade that includes a procession of 100 cyclists dressed in Ulysses-themed Edwardian clothes. They took spectators on a journey through places in the book.
Martina Devlin, Darina Gallagher and Donna Cooney (Photo by Norma Burke)
Cooney, the artistic director of the Dublin Cycling Campaign (now there’s a job I wouldn’t mind having!) said this year’s bicycle procession and St.Patrick’s Day parade are particularly special because February was the 100-year anniversary of Ulysses’ publication. But the essence of the event might have been best summed up by Devlin, a writer whose speech included an excerpt from the novel and began with this: “One of the landmark days in my life was when I learned how to ride a bike.”
“I felt as if I were on the road to somewhere.”
As were the cyclists and marchers in the Dublin parade, 100 years after Ulysses came into the world.
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| May your troubles be less and your blessings be more and nothing but happpiness come through your door. |
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| From the Dublin Cycling Campaign. They have participated in the past ten Dublin St/ Patrick's Day prades. |
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| From Chrispins |
