Thursday, 9 April 2015

The Irish and their weird ‘Traditions’

It’s a well known fact around the world, that us Irish are well known for our various ‘traditions’. I mean, every country has their own crazy traditions, but it seems no matter where we go, we simply can’t escape them! Emigrants fill their suitcases with Barry’s Tea, Cadbury’s Chocolate and Tayto Crips rather than clothes they might actually need. The detachment from the Emerald Isle forces them to eat food they probably never ate when under Mammy’s Roof (I mean who buys all those branded products are you crazy?). 

The Irish have three main topics of conversation. They’re used during the lull in a conversation or towards your Daddy’s third cousin twice removed who’s name you still can’t remember. They are:1. Politics2. Religion3. The weather. (Although nowadays I think the ‘religion’ topic is best referred to as our dedication to the pub!) I mean, who doesn’t enjoy a conversation about Gerry Adams Twitter account. 












*Especially when you read the tweets in his voice



Honestly, why do Irish people have an obsession with the weather? And no, it’s not just the sun we obsess over. Hail, rain or sunshine, we find a way to stitch it into every aspect of life. December passes without a drop of snow and the entire country hides away in the darkness for two months. May arrives just in time for ‘Leaving Cert Weather’. I can guarantee you, that no other country in the world refers to the incredible heat at the end of May as weather associated with a set of exams. We live in a country closer to Iceland than the equator and people are still disappointed when the temperature doesn’t reach the mid thirties during the summer months.



Now, remember lads, in April let’s not get too carried away with the summer ambitions. I’ve often spotted a few pasty looking shirtless lads trying not to shiver when the Spring wind blows. Also let’s not forget about the short shorts which have been pulled out of the back of the wardrobe and barely cover one asscheek never mind two! The Irish summer is on it’s way so brace yourselves one and all! Before long we’ll witness the classic ‘Irish farmer’s tan’ and the baby oil routine so many girls think is a sensible idea for a ‘quick and simple tan’. We’re Irish. We burn, suffer the pain, and shamefully return to our natural shade of snow white. (apart from the lucky few who go a nice shade of next-to-brown)


Even though we’re a small nation, we’re capable of throwing incredible celebrations! We all know this, and it seems the wider world do too. Watching a video on St.Paddy’s Day last year, I was shocked by the large percentage of foreigners who don’t understand the reasons behind this national day. According to some, it’s the traditional day the leprechauns come out to dance…. Mmmm ok. Other’s said it’s a day every Irish person in the country gets drunk! Well, they’re not too far wrong with that concept, but honestly how can you celebrate something if you don’t even know why you’re celebrating it! Spending St.Patrick’s Day in the US, my cousin was convinced by a few people that he was their 6th cousin five times removed… Don’t get me wrong! I myself am truly passionate by our small country and how we’ve managed to spread our traditions around the world. But maybe on our travels, we can teach people about St.Patrick, the legend himself!



It seems that Irish people and their unusual traditional ‘Gaelic’ names was quite a trending topic across social media in 2015. Two videos were released, and in them a group of Americans (link), an Australian girl and a British girl (link) attempted to pronounce Irish names; both girls names and boys. Watching them makes you realise that in fact outside of Ireland, Irish names are quite unique. It’s often hard to remember this when you have a name like ‘Niamh’, so common in Ireland at this stage that everyone on the island has at least one friend by the same name. As I always say, “Niamh is the next Mary in this country!” I mean, who doesn’t have an aunt, or a granny or a mam called Mary? As for boys names, there’s no doubt we’ve all met a Ciarán, Seán and Eoghan! It’s quite an interesting experience in foreign countries when my name gets mispronounced as ‘Leeve’… I mean where did the ‘L’ come from? The Irish and their weird language!

The truth about it is this; we’re Irish and we have crazy traditions. Even getting fried in the summer seems to be a rite of passage in this country! If you think travelling abroad is the answer to escaping the island, that is where you are quite wrong my friend. There will always be someone who is only delighted to meet an Irish person; it’s their one and only chance to perform their rendition of ‘Danny Boy’ and ‘Molly Malone’. You might even surprise yourself and join in!








Thursday, 19 March 2015

90 Days To Freedom!



If you ask me, finding inspiration for blog posts these days is quite a challenging thing to accomplish.  Each of my 'totally original' ideas usually end up resembling a period from my history book and I've prepared for so many orals at this stage the examiner knows more information about my family than my friends do! I also feel it's best to steer away from poetry at the moment; the world really doesn't need another depressed poet complaining about life. There's no denying; the Leaving Cert destroys people in ways they would never have ever imagined possible.

But... Everyone already knows that, so there's honestly no point complaining about it at this stage. Only a few weeks left now fellow 6th years. Count down the days. It's motivational (and terrifying)
Just keep reminding yourself of the many many many people who have all survived this horrific year.
Remind yourself that all those little breakdowns will be worth it in the end (not too many though...)

So, instead of writing another long boring paragraph about the horrors we all know to be true, I've compiled a list of motivational quotes.

Chin up and Power on.... 90 days to freedom

"To be a champ, you have to believe in yourself when nobody else will" Sugar Ray Robinson

"The struggle you're in today is developing the strength you need for tomorrow"

"You have to get up every morning and tell yourself I can do this"

"Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try"

"If you can dream it. You can do it" Walt Disney

"Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do" Benjamin Spock

"Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle"


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Let It Be



The festive season is almost upon us and it's only a matter of days before the celebrations can truly begin. The night air is decorated by twinkling fairy lights, that soften the frosty footpath, while children count their sleeps until Santa shimmies down their chimney. Amid all this 'festive cheer' I've decided  to try something a little different... Below, I've created a poem from a collection of song lyrics.

Let It Be

I want you to lead me, take me somewhere... 
Don't want to live in a dream one more day.
So if I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
Somewhere weakness is our strength and I'll die searching for it,
You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.

I will follow you, will you follow me?
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you, will you stay with me?

Smile like you mean it cause you've got a smile that could
Light up this whole town.
Every little thing is gonna be alright 
You're my world my heart my soul.

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones,
So look at the stars, see how they shine for you
It's like a million little stars spelling out your name,
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

You're dangerous cause you're honest,
 you're dangerous cause
You don't know what you want.
But we learned more from a three minute record 
Than we ever learned in school.
We are all human, and it's time to prove it.

Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart I know that 
You brought out the best in me, a part of me I'd never seen,
You took my soul and wiped it clean, our love was made for movie screens.

So I walk this street on the boulevard of broken dreams
And I'm never changing who I am

All you need is love, love. Love is all you need...

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Enchanted


Blue eyes glistening - dancing amid the fairy lights.
Captivated. Dazzled. Enchanted.
Musical notes escape, a high register performed
As rhythms rocket and create a storm within the mind.

The first drops of winter arrive
A sight of joyful greeting,
With a wondrous imagination slide,
Tiny footprints travel a path of frosty discovery.

TIME stands frozen between good and evil,
With bare hands exchange what little remains to be given.
Shattered memories are reconciled with a simple glance
To a past of shamed decisions swiftly erased.

Old familiar voices sing a sweet melody
Of forgotten nostalgic flashbacks
Tumbling
Twirling
Tears...

But Smiles through the hurricanes
To see another white Christmas
Once more





  


Sunday, 2 November 2014

No Way, We Won't Pay - The Fight for Irish Water


"It took us 100 years, but we finally got our b***s back!!"

A statement which was roared across O'Connell Street from The GPO yesterday, as tens of thousands protested against the water charges across the entire country. Attending the protest with my dad, I was overwhelmed by the passion and determination displayed by the people around me. Surrounded by people of all ages; from newborns in prams to elderly couples struggling to hold up their banners, there was definitely no shortage of water as we slogged through the pouring rain.

Arriving at 1 o'clock, my dad and I joined the protest at Pearse Street, with a group that had come from
Ringsend. We were disappointed to see the group had a small number of about 100, however as we traveled towards College Green and up Georges Street towards the Dáil the march had expanded. I watched as people ran out shops, down the steps of their apartments, or simply stepped off the footpath onto the road to join the protest. A sense of pride washed over me as I witnessed the Irish people finally joining together to fight against the corruption in the Government. Studying the history of our country, it deeply angers me to watch the people sit back and do nothing as the government makes decisions for a nation. Not only that, but there are a very small percentage of young people involved in the politics of this country. Turning 18 in the 21st century means anything but the right to vote. There are people at the age of 25 who haven't even registered to vote. Their excuses usually center around "They (the political parties) are all the same anyway!" They claim not to care, but there is no doubt, once they are forced to pay the endless taxes and bills posted through their door, it will suddenly become a serious issue. Wouldn't it be better to fight from the very beginning, to voice your opinion and make a difference?

Growing up in a republican ghetto in Newry, Co.Down, one of my dad's first memories was of a mass Civil Rights Demonstration in 1969. A hundred thousand people came from all over Ireland to march. Local people opened their doors to feed them, as a nation joined together to fight for their rights, 'One man. One vote.'  As a man who grew up during the Troubles, it deeply frustrates him to witness the nation sit back and allow the Government to dictate every decision inflicted on the country.

As we walked, I listened to the various chants "Power to the People," "From the river to the sea, Irish water will be free," "Look up high and see the water falling from the sky," I was curious to discover the various reasons people had for marching. In general the responses were the same - the Irish people have had enough, the Government take and take and take but we've nothing left to give! The household charge, the property tax and the income tax were all supposed to include taxes on water, yet now they want us to pay for it again. When will it end?

As we walked we met a woman who had worked in the civil service for over thirty years. She turned to me and asked me why I was participating in the protest. It took me a few moments to reply (I hadn't quite prepared an answer, even though I was expecting everyone else to reply to my question) I joined the march yesterday as a young person who wants to get involved in the decisions regarding the future of my country. I disagree with the notion that turning 18 in this country is simply a right to drink! It's so much more than that and the youth are ignoring this major fact. Some people may argue that we are too young to make life changing decisions, but you tell me... What is the right age? If we don't start to make decisions from an early age we never will.

Attending that protest yesterday has truly opened my eyes to the serious hardships that reek this nation at the moment. The Right2Water campaign are working with determination to spread the message across the country. A petition is available on the website. If you can't attend the planned march on 10 December, signing the petition is a step in the right direction.

Water is a human right and a public good, not a commodity...

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Speechless


Childlike -  it seems, to embrace and ensnare
One who wanders above reality.
Caught by a fictitious connection,
Blind to the rampant rage released.

Day and night is written across a shallow heart.
A void left unspoken as the other repents
For the misinterpretation, 
Confusion,
Unanswered questions, 
Unfinished sentences,
And the words remain unsaid. 

Each teardrop a memory begging to release,
A weakness mocked and scorned, 
A strength spiraled to hatred,
A fear of change uncontrolled by
Time... 

Why refuse those who love you?
CAST away with no sensitivity!
Numb to the exposed 
Torment erupting behind
A shadowed
Expression.

The world at your fingertips but arrested by conscience,
No inner belief or superior confidence.
Yet a wonder. Through all this time.

Little knowledge of then, here and now.
But the mind still bubbles reaching for the impossible.
An innocent youth, who has not yet learned the art of giving up.

And never will

  











   

Friday, 3 October 2014

A Lyrical Life...




Have you ever been shocked by how much a certain song can remind you of a close friend or family member? I can recall numerous occasions when I've fallen captive to the melodious lyrics that flow through a song. I'm suddenly convinced the artist has written this song for me, and I listen to it on repeat, struck  by the idea that there is somebody else who feels the same way as I do. Although, there's something personal about those particular songs, and I almost find it difficult to share my findings with others for fear they may reveal a new meaning to the song.

The strangest part about all this 'lyric reminiscing', is the fact that you simply can't control the songs you like. I mean, I personally have no deep love for Eminem, but his song Headlights is truly beautiful (and it's not often that I've described rap as 'beautiful') I have come across various incredible songs by artists I wouldn't usually listen to. Never rule out a song until you've listened to it yourself.

The subject of 'proper music' has often popped up in conversation between my friends. What defines a 'real song'? Personally I believe all songs are real, but it's the impact they have on different people that changes the deeper meaning behind them. My friends had a tediously long debate a few days ago about the definition of a 'boy band'. The dictionary definition clearly states:

  1. A boy band is a pop group composed of attractive young men, whose music and image are designed to appeal primarily to a young teenage audience.

However, the '5SOS Lovers' simply wouldn't accept it. The situation got a bit heated when 5 Seconds of Summer were compared to One Direction, who, according to them, are NOT a boy band because they play instruments. Let's just say the debate had to be quelled when their shouts silenced the lunch hall. So, an agreement was never reached. Are '5 Seconds of Summer' a boy band?

At the end of it all, who really cares!! Nobody should be criticised for their choice of music. 

So, I'll never understand what drew me to these particular songs. But below are a list of songs that hold special meaning in my life. Some of you, who know me well, will have no problem understanding the significane of these songs. And to the rest, I hope you listen to these songs yourself and find a deeper meaning to the lyrics...