Published on January 21st, 2010 by Malachi
In this fascinating poem, written in Ireland –in Irish– about 1500 A.D., we get a unique glimpse into the interior life of a civilized man. We sense that he lives in or near a city or a town. He is anonymous: we know nothing about him. But in a far more profound sense –thanks to his poem– we know a great deal.
keep reading »Published on August 22nd, 2009 by Malachi
POEM: “Gasp! Inspire! Expire! –go breathless!” The Last Gasp? To expire– life takes your breath away. What is that expiration date?
Published on January 24th, 2009 by Malachi
Yesterday I posted the first part of my introduction to the “Land of Cokaygne”.
Herewith and hereunder, please find Part Two. And do let me know if you have any questions or observations.
“The contagious ‘poverty’ conflict quickly spread to Ireland, where it
took on an added nationalistic (Irish v. English) flavor. In the most severe
instance –though [...]
