Archive for March, 2009

Oh Friday,Friday.. we always love a Friday

Friday, March 27th, 2009
One of the many Pig Executives

One of the many Pig Executives

Hello, welcome and thanks for clinking on.

It’s Friday March 27th and that means nothing a lot people but me… dear old me.. it means one thing and that is that I made a positive step away from poor self esteem and procastination and I MADE THE DEADLINE for the Stinging Fly’s next short story  issue. This by the way is Tuesday March 31st.

So olé everyone. Wishing you a good weekend, a pleasant sleep, a few laughs, a bit of sun and some old fashion ‘me time’. However… before we give completely away to navel gazing please lets us turn an eye toward the world wide event on Saturday where we will all turn off every  light for one hour. Check  out this web site and lets do it for the Earth.  http://www.earthhourus.org/main.php

leitrims-mountainRemember: we’re guests here… please turn off the lights…the stars are bright enough!

When Friends Meet and Part

Thursday, March 26th, 2009


Some Mondays are like that…

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

Like today… woke up to the sound of the wind and rain. It was 5 a.m.
I rose and turned on the computer and without bringing myself to a complete state of awakefullness I wrote the next part of a piece of a story I’m working on. Stories come to me slowly. They take their time unfolding and I have to be extra patience with myself to keep on believing that the whole thing will be reveiled. So when I can write, I do and thats what I did this morning.
Only a bit of it. Say 300 words or so.
I saved the work, turned off the computer and went back to bed. Sleeped until 9 a.m. Then woke, let the animals out, let the animals in. Then fed them. Turned on the computer again and went to one of my message sites where I recieved a message from someone I trust with my whole heart. He was sharing insights from his trip to Egypt. A month ago he shared a paper about his trip to Easter Island, which was a breath- taking thing to read. And so seeing that there was another full morning of thoughful, deep reading ahead of me, I juiced five apples two carrots some ginger,celery a couple of baby radishes, made a pot of strong coffee and sat down to to that very thing. Read.
I love reading.
Today it took me far away from my little council house, from my little country town, my small, insignifant county in the northwest of Ireland and further away from the emerald isle itself.

It took me outside of my body high into the great valley of beauty and unknown. Generations away from the biologlocial family and through the portal, to the Source, the Point of Creation.Where streams of light flood through a broken catheral ceiling and White Roses tumbled down around me and I stood in my first innocence….without failure, without sin.

No blemishes or harm to me or my heart.
I live alone. A choice of status. A gift to myself. Everyway I turn, there I am. There is a peace that can envolpe when on e is alone with oneself. .A great peace come through me today.
Its now 9.pm., and I have barely recovered from reading John Graham’s tale.
It connected loose end from his story about Easter Island and his purpose in visiting that enchanting place.
Its time for me to read again. Then Sleep and perchance.. to Dream.
Tomorrow I shall be more in the world. Today I was so glad to be alone.

thanks you for clinking in
always eileen

Its the Equinox! A New Day A Great Friday

Friday, March 20th, 2009

And what a St Patrick’s Day we had!!!!

The most amzing thing was the weather. It was so beautiful here. Who would have thought that you could have such a  fabulous St Patricks’ Day? Usually you’d have to go abroad for such fine weather. And the crowds turned out in droves. Hundreds upon hundreds of people flocked into Drumshanbo.  Blessedly, no one was injured during the parade, but our heart felt sympathies goes to Dermot of the Leitrim Harriers who’s horse reared up and fell on him  as he was trying to get her saddled for the parade. He broke a elbow and sprained an ankle and the Harriers were down a horse, but they sure are fine big animals and we were very pleased to see them all dressed up and leading the day.

I can’t see to upload my pictures at the moment, so you’ll just have to make do with my impressions.

WHAT A DAY.

The National School kids looked terrific… all of the children look terrific. And we had so many imaginatives floats , why, it was a laugh per minute. Even the trunks and the big lorrys who showed up made an effort and we do like it when folks go that extra kilometre for the craic!

We had everyone from the Special Olympic team to the Leitrim Dog Club, to all the footballers of all ages, to the Dancing Clubs, the Whistles and Flute club under Pardaig Sweeney,  to the Gymnastic Club, to the Handball club, to mad ones like Mick the Barber dressed up like a gorilla throwing sweeties for all. To vintage tractors and cars and motorbikes. It was a sight to see indeed!

Hang on though….

One sour note though, we noticed the next moring that the Irish flags we mounted  on the lamp posts were desecrated. 14 Tricoloured flags in total were broken,snapped from the poles,dishonoured by teenagers from Drumshanbo, from Leitrm Village, from Agrina and from Cootehall.  We know who you are lads and it isn’t on to dishonour your country’s flag. Plus those 14 flags were loaded to us.Who should pay for them.

I wonder?

Enough said about this.

Right so… I have to get on the brower and see whats’ shaking with uploading these pictures. Thanks to everyone who clicked on and a comment. Check out what people had to say about the parade and this site after each one of the posts.

And please let me know if there is something you’d like to see covered here in artistinireland- after all we are all artists.

Our lives are one giant canvas we get to colour in!

all the best

always eileen

sun-smile in Drumshanbo

It’s March 17th… Means One Thing to Me!!

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

Happy St Patrick’s Day you and to my whole family.all-of-us

Pity, you can only see half of my mother’s face. She’s the best looking one of all of us.

The brother in law Mick Burke is taking the picture and the nieces and nephews have run away. Except Jack. Prince Jack of Oakville is being held by his daddy Chris, the Duke of Oakville.There’s Chris’ wife, the dark haired beauty Caroline, Queen of that household; beside little Prince Jack stand one of his many aunties- Lady Essie O’Toole of Erin Mills Parkways. Behind her is the Right Honourable Joe O’Toole of Royal York Road. On the far side wearing matching red vest and red eye glasses is Lady Bridget O’Toole of Mississauga. And I’m there, hunched over in front,the Countess Eileen  O’Toole of Drumshanbo. We’re a pleasant band of maruraders.

Happy St Patrick’s to you in Toronto, from your lousy sister, living the good life in Ireland.

A delightful thing here is that this day is a holiday. And if you’re a student or teacher, you also get Monday and Wednesday off- that coupled with the past weekend makes a   5 -day break. Sounds like a trip to Spain to me!

But no… here we are… for the patron’s saints feast. St Patrick has a lot to answer for… but don’t get me started.

Instead know this. I’m in Leitrim, its 7:41am. It’s grey , overcast, but its not raining.  The parade is at 4pm. The parade assmbles on the Carrick Road at 3:30. The Country Market starts at 2pm. The entertainment on the street begins at 3pm. I start it off and will sing a few songs at that time. There’s a committee meeting at 1pm to decide the parade order ’cause now every tractor and lorry in the country wants to join in. ( I kid you not). Set up for the costume area for the National School meeting area at the Food Hub is at 12:30. Last minute window dressing with the 3rd class’s art work at Paddy Mac’s place is at 11am.

It’s a precise operation we run here. Its’ got to be to have this much fun.

All the luck of the Irish to you, whereever you are. New York City, St Paul’s Minnesota, downtown T.O. British Columbia. Kent County. Carrick-on-Shannon. Poland. Or Paris      ( you know who you are!)

I’m thinking of you fondly. Thanks for clinking in. Leave a comment. And come back tomorrow to see pictures from the Drumshanbo St Partrick’s day Parade and Country Market

all the very best

always

eileen

What a difference a week makes….

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

Good Morning , it’s Friday 13th and contrary to belief, its not an unlucky day at all.

Its a fine time to remind myself of the joys this past seven days have brought. And, of course, some of the questions marks that arise from just sheer living. One of those question marks happened to be the cold I am sniffling away with. I could not for the life of me figure out how I got it, then like a small bolt of lightening, I was reminded that I have been spending a considerable about of time in a classroom with 32 children and the windows closed. It was like an incubation centre in there. so lo and behold, I have a cold. Bless them4th-class-classroom

The children have worked very hard at making St Patrick decorations:we have 32 tunics made from wallpaper with the crest of each county and the county colors on the back, 64 wrist bands with Celtic designs to compliment the tunic, 32, tricoloured head banners to also go with the outfit, 64 tricoloured pompoms to shake in the air,  30 flags on sticks, 12 snakes to tie to end of children’s legs  with fishing line and be dragged along because St Patrick himself follows the school kids at the end of the parade! we have a banner announcing the school and a banner saying farewell and see you in 2010!

Lots of stuff , and hard work in only 7 classes.

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We’re in a spot of bother though. All of the clubs and groups in Drumshanbo are marching in the parade and that means that in Mr Kanes’ class (who did all of the art work) there are only 4 children marching with their school- every else is walking with the football club or the whistle group or the horse club or the dancing group! don’t know what we’re going to do!!!!

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The End of the Week, the beginning of the Blog

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Good morning to you all, and thank you for clinking inoto this site. It’s been an exciting week in my mind- (it has to happen somewhere) as I have working at the blogging and the writing and the directing and singin’ and the songmaking and the creating of floats and banners and tunics and snakes and shamrocks and all sorts of strangeness, as this week folds into another.
Please check out the pages regarding the GAA Scor Novelty Act contest (in which the play that Conor MacManus and myself wrote for the Kiltubrid Parish is entered-Fairies help them!) and well, please take a look in on the new page dedicated to the International Women’s Day celebrations. I have been asked to participate on Sunday as the entertainment for the Breffni Community Family Resource Centre. And we’ll take a peek at what happened this week at the Special Need’s Drama Program in Glenamaddy County Galway. Of course, St Patrick’s Parade in Drumshanbo is moving even so closer and as I have to now fly off to the St Patrick’s National School to view this week’s art project, I’ll leave you with the lyrics to a song about St Patricks that I wrote as I tried to learn to air of the St Patrick’s Day march. ( I’ll do my best to upload a musical version of this next week-it’s not very good, but it’s not very long!)

Thanks for reading
All the best
always
eileen
Saint….Patrick came marching one morning in March,
And he saw the wee snakes and said “Go’way atta that! I won’t have ye maggots all slithering along, I’ll give you a whack of my mighty great staff.
The snakes they were wet and the snakes they were long
The snakes said St Paddy your right now what’s wrong?
We’ve slithered this land over hill and boreen and we love living in the white , orange and green”

What is the Work?

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

I have a variety of jobs on the go- some are long term, some short term with specific deadlines fast approaching.

Lets jump in with one that is either coming to an end, or just about to leap into  greatness and parish history.

Scor na Og /The Kiltubrid Players/El Toro/Conor MacManus, me and The Pig Exectutive

quite a headline if you don’t mind me saying.

Alright… what is Scor na nOg?

I wasn’t really sure myself. One day in late January I recieved a call from an enthustatic woman  named Imelda McWeeney who asked very nicely if I would consider directing a few people for the Novelty Act entry in this year’s Scor.  I hadn’t a clue as to what she was talking about, so for the benifit of all, I’ve taken this brief description from the Scor web site. This is catered towards Non-Irish residents and just to further your education (and mine) the GAA is Irish Football-different from rugby, American or Canadian football and definitely not soccer.

In the Official Guide of the Gaelic Athletic Association Rule 4 states as a clear objective the following: “The Association shall actively support the Irish language, traditional Irish dancing, music, song and other aspects of Irish culture.”With the birth of Scór in 1969 the GAA through its clubs has become actively involved in promoting Irish culture in a meaningful and enjoyable manner. Language and culture are amongst the most important elements of Irish heritage. The GAA, through it’s many clubs throughout the country and through Scór nÓg and Scór Sinsear, has played a significant part in the revival of our culture and heritage in creating an understanding and interest in its importance.Scór competitions commence in each county with clubs competing to represent their county in one of the many different Scór events. County winners go through to the Provincial Finals with the winners at that stage qualifying for the All-Ireland Finals.

Scór is divided in two sections. Scór na nÓg caters for the younger GAA members while Scór Sinsear caters for adults members.

The national finals of both Scór na nÓg and Scór Sinsear are a wonderful occasion and winning a national title is a tremendous honour for any club.

So, I met the group and we got along alright. I was informed of the rules of the contest- it had to be a ten minute play, with no swearing or drinking or vugalries. It had to touch on Irish cultural themes, the language and it had to be fun.

I was given some past plays to read and thought perhaps it would be better to write something of our own. Enter Conor MacManus and The Pig Exectutives.

There is a group of presently unknown writers in Ireland called The Pig Exectutives. We live in County Leitrim (except for one turn-coat but we’ll get to him in second), we meet monthly at the Glens Art Centre and we bow, scrap, beat our breasts and generally thumb our noses at writer/poet/actor Dermot Healy whom we bring  to our monthly meeting to cheer us on and raise an eye brow at our work. Mostly we talk about writing. We called ourselves The Pig Exectutives. And we each have alternative names to go by… I’m www.allthewayhome.

There’s Ms Trotsty, Pearl, Snowball, K.Pig, SaltyPig, Prima Bana, Mucky, Anti-pig (the vegatarian yogi) – just to name a few.

Pearl and K.Pig and I live in south Leitrim, the other pigs all live up in north Leitrim (one or two of them live in Sligo but we let them in cause they’re cute). The three of us meet regularly for the writing chat and egg each other on towards grant submissions and writing deadlines.

So after I decided that what the Kiltubrid Players needed was a new play, I told K.Pig ( aka Conor MacManus) and we set to work writing ElToro. Its a play for a cast of seven (including a bull) set on a farm in lovely Leitrim. There’s the father-Jack Tighe, his son -J.J., the farm hand -Micky the Bowsy, Jack’s wife-Mammy, J.J.’s girlfreind-Patrica, Ramon the Matador and

Brian Meehan as the Bull ( it’s a Kiltubrid thing… you wouldn’t understand)

In a nutshell, the son and girlfriend are tired of the rain and the credit crunch and decide to take a trip to Spain to see a proper bull and bullfighter . When the kids leave the father decides to take the bulll by the horns                  ( proverbially speaking) and he gets himself kitted out with a authentic bullring, a bull the mammy buys on EBay and a a proper matador. The kids come back from thier holidays just in time to see the first bull fight in their own backyard.

Here’s the beginning of Scene 1:

Curtain open: Dad and Mickey and J.J. are hanging on a four bar gate looking into a field. J.J. is bored and always looking at his watch. The other men are concentrating on what’s going on in the field.

Dad- Any sign of him to mend?

Mickey-He’s well improved, well improved.

J.J.(loud sigh and looks around)

Dad-He’s taking the nuts now.

Mickey- He is. Gobbling them up.

Dad- It’ll put a mighty end on him.

Mickey- It will, it will indeed.

Dad -It’ll give him a mighty roar

Mickey – And a savage roar.

J.J. – A roar? He sounds like a chicken a strangling

Mickey- He does not. He’s got a roar like a tiger so he has.

J.J.-What, a Celtic tiger (he snorts a laugh)

Dad- Now, now son, he’ll be in fine voice once the rain lets up. Just you wait and see.

J.J.-This takes the biscuit. Endless rain, no work, and the only bit a crack is staring across a four bar gate at a lame bull. But I don’t care, soon I’ll be in Seville, (louder) Seville (says it in Spanish) watching a bull that’s good for something, a bull with a bit of fire and not like this useless fecker that couldn’t pull his hoof out of a poach hole.

(Get the drift)


Let me tell you about the Kiltubrid Players. I live in Drumshanbo parish, Kiltubrid is the next parish over the way and up the hill. Kiltubrid is good at their local football but  they have never entered in the Scor plays or songs or quizz game or dancing. This is their very first year at it. Everyone is out for a bit of a laugh and just to see what it takes toget through one of these contests. At least thats what they told me when I first got on board. It seems that very different scenerio is actually being played out.  There is a nieghbouring parish ( for the sake of all those concern, will not be named… as of yet!) to which our happy band of Kiltubrid’s have married into. It also seems that this same parish are big winners in the auld Scor. All Ireland winners don’t you know. And being winners they do what most winner do- shove it down the throats of everyone they sit at a tabel with. So our dear parishisers of Kiltubrid are killed having to listen to the winners tell they’re story. Hence the Kiltubrid 2009 resolution- get into Scor and if possible, score. They’ll tell you its just for a bit of a laugh, just for fun but honestly they would like nothing better than to beat the pants off that other parish.

So…. the competition is this weekend.  March 6th and 7th.We play on Friday night and then there is another set of plays, songs, jokes on the7th. I don’t what’s going to happen, whatever it is, the winners for this region will be announced on Saturday night in Ballinaglara. Then they go on the the Connaught competition and then the All Ireland in Killareny in April.

Which brings me back to The Pig Exectutives and K.Pig, (aka Conor MacManus)

Well everything was rosey in the garden and then it changed and K.Pig and his missus and child moved to County Cork in the winter. K.Pig was still attached to Leitrim, his family is here plus he won a grant for writing from the Leitirm Arts Council so his tail is still in the sty as it t’were. We wrote El Toro in the wee hours of the  morning emailling it back and forth over a three week period until we got it to a point of working order.

Funnily enough, his mother ( K. Pig’s that is-Betty Mac) was having her hair done one day and so was our Mammy in the play and she just had to tell Missus Mac about Conor writing a play for Kiltubrid and wasn’t that a fine thing and isn’t he a gem of a writer and sure  Mrs Mac didn’t know a thing about this,and oh, she was so pleased to be able to call up the son way in Cork to tell him of her proud news. Imagine finding out how good your son is while having a colour. Its great.

Well there’s no way that our Pig Conor can make it up to see our Friday night show and thats a pity because its a good show and he should seeit. As the Players qwere talking , they let loose from the bag their particlur grievance with the un-named parish and how much they would love to win this round of the competition just to rub their noses into it. They told me about the Connaught final and then the All Ireland being in Killareny which is just a stone’s throw away from Conor in Cork.


” Right so men”, says I,”If Muhammad can’t go to the mountain. Et cetera, etcetera, etcetera”

More on this during the week. Wish us luck!

Thanks for reading

always eileen

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

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First Entry and Hello Stranger.

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Hello and welcome to Artist in Ireland. My name is eileen and I am beginning this blog today March 2nd 2009 as a means of recording my work, hopes,dreams and realities.
The craft of writing has been a double edges sword for me- I love it but I can’t for the life of me get to it. It kills me every morning that I wake up and think to myself ” Right so up ye get and onto the story” and then this other me pipes in and says, “Ah come on… its cold…lie in a little longer… it’s a lousy piece of work anyway… what the hell.. stay here why don’t you.” And THAT is the voice I mostly listen to. Curses…. It slays me to even make this confession BUT I believe that if I keep this account I will be able to rise up from the bog of non-activity and surf a while with the feeling that at the very least I am keeping track of what’s what and the life I have. Such as it is.
Great thanks goes to Brian Timoney for getting this up and running.Cheers for even remembering that I wanted to get at this work. There have been many bloggers that have made me read with attention. I’ll add links to these folks who write ever so well and have delightful information and stories to share. For the moment I’ll add an image and get back to the work of writing about the work.