Not To Shill On Main But

not to shill on main but

for all your good cow needs

so sad for everyone who isn’t Irish right now and therefore isn’t experiencing the rush of the 2010 episode of Reeling in the Years dropping tonight after a decade’s wait truly what a blessing

cool irish (gaeilge) words because why not

beochaoineadh (bee-oh-kween-ooh): a lament for someone who has gone away but not died; “elegy for the living”

bladar (blodder): talking crap

liúdramán (loo-dra-mawn): a lazy mess of a person who really doesn’t do anything with themselves

plámás (plaw-maws): sweet-talking/flattering someone too woo them; sneaky flirting

airneánach (arr-nyan-och): someone who likes working/staying up late into the night, comes from “airneán/airneál” which is when everyone from a small village would gather in one person’s house for a late night of music and entertainment

aimliú (am-loo): the ruining of something after being exposed to bad weather

aduantas (ah-joon-tis): anxiety when surrounded by people you don’t know or when you’re somewhere new

crocadóir (cruck-a-door): a snake; fake person who’d sell you out if given the opportunity

saoi (see): a highly respected, wise, learned person

pléaráca (play-raw-ka): boisterous merrymaking i.e. what we call a sesh these days

asclán (ass-clawn): the amount of something that can be carried under one arm

reanglamán (rang-la-mawn): a really tall, lanky person

ragaire (rag-erra): someone who enjoys late-night wandering or talking for hours late into the night

aiteall (at-chill): the dry spell inbetween rain showers

easóg (ass-oag): sneaky weasel/rat; cranky/sassy bitch

dearglach (dyarg-glock): a red glow in the sky

lofa (luffa): something disgusting

plobaireacht (plub-er-acht): speaking incoherently while crying

drochdheoir (druck-yore/druck-ywee): a bad character trait inherited from one’s parents

codraisc (cud-reeshk): a random collection of worthless objects

clagarnach (cla-ger-nock): the sound of heavy rain on a rooftop

plóta (ploh-ta): an idiot

bunbhríste (bun-breesh-ta): well worn but still wearable trousers

pusachán (puss-a-kawn): someone who complains too much

bogán (bug-awn): soft, unsteady ground/overcooked, mushy food/a spineless person

spréachta (spray-k-ta): electrified with anger

leannán (lan-awn): lover

bothántaíocht (buth-awn-tea-ucht): calling your neighbours to catch up on the local gossip

pocléimnigh (puck-lame-nee): jumping for joy

stríocálaí (stree-call-ee): someone who works hard but isn’t well-skilled

mo chroidhe (muh cree): darling; literally “my heart”; similar to “stór (store)”

spéirbhean (spare-van): a woman as beautiful as the sky

hello it’s me that ghost account, here because I’m comfort reading a pynch facfic in the midst of a lockdown low which has just referred to a period in Ronan’s life fraught with alcohol and angst and general bad behaviour as The Troubles - capitals and all - literally have been dragged out of this mortal realm by this insanity - like actually using The Troubles for a canonically Irish character as a ? gag ? and in relation to alcoholism to boot because yeah why not. Ireland. two Irish issues. very cool. Genuinely what. Like it doesn’t go into it but I cannot believe with the way that it’s phrased that the author doesn’t know. I am hurtling into the sun rn.

The poetry of my people.

Not sure who this is directed at but Dublin is indeed the capital of the Republic of Ireland, a postcolonial country. I’m descended from Irish revolutionaries and everyone I know is delighted not to have a queen.

This concert is also taking place in Kilmainham on the grounds of a former army hospital founded while we were under British rule, which was considered as a potential home for the Oireachtas Éireann (Irish parliament) following the foundation of the Irish Free State, and is now the Irish Museum of Modern Art.

Just across the road from this is Kilmainham Gaol, a former prison and present-day museum where many Irish revolutionaries were sent by the British including the leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising, who signed the Proclamation of The Irish Republic. 14 of them were executed by firing squad in the gaol and this accelerated a significant revolutionary period leading up to the War of Independence.

Kilmainham is a lovely spot for yelling “Fuck the Queen.” Yesterday was a grand day for it and hopefully today will be too.

The poetry of my people.