Rogha Dánta / Selected Poems
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Gabriel Rosenstock is one of the finest and most prolific poets of our time and has been a notable force in Irish writing since he first put pen to paper. He is one of the INNTI generation of poets who revolutionized the world of poetry in Irish, and he counts among his peers Michael Davitt, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill and Liam Ó Muirthile. The 54 poems in this book provide an overview of Rosenstock's work over the last 25 years, and the English translations by fellow poet Paddy Bushe make the poetry accessible to a whole new audience.
In the foreword by Robert Welch he describes Rosenstock's poetry as world poetry. He writes; ‘Observation here, as Samuel Johnson said, has an ‘extensive view' and ‘surveys mankind, from China to Peru''. With a list of poem titles that includes
An Búda / The Buddha, Zenmhachnamh le haill / Zen meditation at a cliff, Mustanbih / Mustanbih, Selbstporträt / Self-portrait and Billie Holiday /Billie Holiday, Rosenstock's world view is very evident. With an emphasis on themes of universal importance, this collection is testament to Rosenstock's status as one of the most insightful poets of our time.
Gabriel Rosenstock
Gabriel Rosenstock was born in postcolonial Ireland. He is a bilingual poet, tankaist, haikuist, translator, short story writer, novelist, playwright, essayist and, to borrow a phrase from Hugh MacDiarmid, 'a champion of forlorn causes'. Previous collaborative work with Debiprasad Mukherjee has appeared in The Irish Times, The Culturium and Margutte (See Ekphrastic Collaborations in Mukherjee's website). Rosenstock is a member of Aosdána ( the Irish academy of arts & letters), a Lineage Holder of Celtic Buddhism and a recipient of the Tamgha-i-Khidmat medal for services to literature.
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Rogha Dánta / Selected Poems - Gabriel Rosenstock
Rogha Dánta / Selected Poems
Rogha Dánta / Selected Poems
Gabriel Rosenstock
Translations by Paddy Bushe
An Chéad Chló 2005
© Gabriel Rosenstock, bundánta
© Paddy Bushe, leaganacha Béarla
© 2005 Cló Iar-Chonnachta, an t-eagrán seo
ISBN 1 902420 95 0
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Clár / Contents
Portráid den ealaíontóir mar yeti
A portrait of the artist as a yeti
Radharc
A view
Ginmhilleadh
Abortion
Is mé an solas
Am light
Leider
Apology
Vogelhaus
Aviary
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Brahms
Brahms
Loisceadh
Burning
Tagpfauenauge
Butterflies
Dún do shúile
Close your eyes
Konzipierung
Coincheap
Haiku
Haiku
Hakuin
Hakuin
Giorriacha
Hares
Harry Thuillier Jnr (1964-1997)
Harry Thuillier Jnr (1964-1997)
Ómós
Homage
Heimweh
Homesick
Agallamh
Interview
Osclaím mo dhán
I open my poem
Sprache
Language
Barróg scoir
Last embrace
Liadhain
Liadhain
Mar ulchabhán
Like an owl
Línte a scríobhadh le linn Chogadh na Murascaille, Eanáir 1991
Lines written during the Gulf War, January 1991
An mhaenad
Maenad
Mord
Murder
Mustanbih
Mustanbih
In íoclann m’athar
My father’s dispensary
Go deo deo arís
Never again
Cothú
Nourishment
Mé an mhuir mhór
Ocean
Papaji
Papaji
An Pápa Siobhán
Pope Joan
Sciathán cosanta
Protective wing
An rud is annamh
Rarity
Ceacht eolaíochta
Science lesson
ScnØd: míniú
ScnØd: an explanation
Seán Ó Conaill
Seán Ó Conaill, storyteller
Selbstporträt
Self-portrait
Ní mian léi an fhilíocht níos mó
She has gone beyond poetry now
Uaireanta is fear bréige mé
Sometimes I’m a scarecrow
Cléithín
Splint
Syójó
Syójó
Teilifís
Television
An Búda
The Buddha
Laoi an Indiaigh dhíbeartha
The lay of the displaced tribesman
Luscaí dorcha d’anama
The shadowy crypts of your soul
Báisteach ó Dhia chugainn
Thank God it’s raining
Dom chomhfhilí
To my fellow poets
Chuig mo chéile atá ag sclábhaíocht ar an bhFalla Mór
To my husband who is labouring on the Great Wall
Amhrán i mbéal na gaoithe
Wind song
Zenmhachnamh le haill
Zen meditaion at a cliff
Xolotl
Xolotl
An Tíogar ó Bheangál
Is filíocht dhomhanda í filíocht Gabriel Rosenstock. Nó b’fhéidir gur chirte dom a rá gur filíocht de chuid an domhain í. Mar a dúirt Samuel Johnson fadó, leathnaíonn an fhadfhéachaint amach chun staidéar a dhéanamh ar chomharthaí sóirt an chine dhaonna ón tSín go Peiriú: ‘observation … with extensive view surveys mankind … ’ Cuimhním, fós, ar na hairneáin oíche a dhéanadh Rosenstock nuair a bhíomar inár gcomh-mhic léinn i gColáiste na hOllscoile, Corcaigh. D’fhanadh sé ina chodladh an chuid is mó den lá agus d’éiríodh sé sa tráthnóna i gcomhair phléarácha na hoíche. Roinn sé féin agus Sasanach iontach neamhghnách, Roderic Campbell, árasán eatarthu ar an airde aoibhinn sin atá go hard os cionn chathair Chorcaí ar a dtugtar Montenotte (Ard na hOíche sa Ghaeilge). Bhí radharc ó na fuinneoga cuimsitheacha thar na dugaí thíos, na báid, na monarchana agus deilt ghabhlánach Abha na Laoi (‘the Lee’s divided flood’, mar a dúirt Edmund Spenser). Timpeall a naoi a chlog nó mar sin thagadh Rosenstock chuige féin agus bhímis ag déanamh comhrá agus cúitimh lena chéile ón uair sin go dtí coim na hoíche, ag éisteacht lena chéile agus sinn ag faire anuas ar an solas ó na lampaí buí thíos ag neartú agus an dorchadas ag dul i láidreacht.
Oíche amháin, is cuimhin liom, d’éirigh Rosenstock an-chorraithe ar fad agus é ag cur síos ar an dtíogar ó Bheangál. Ní raibh aon ní eile ar domhan, a dúirt sé, níos tábhachtaí ná an tíogar ó Bheangál agus a stríoca chomh buí leis an solas ó na lampaí thíos fúinn. Ba é Blake fé ndear na smaointe seo, ach taobh thiar díobh chomh maith bhí an Búdachas, Jack Kerouac, Gary Snyder agus fuinneamh tarchéimniúil chósta thiar Mheiriceá. Bhí sé sáite i Freud, Nietzsche agus Kant; sna haistriúcháin a rinne Arthur Waley ón tSínis; in Ezra Pound; sna hOsréalaithe agus sna Dádaistigh; agus i bhfilíocht Eoghain Rua Uí Shúilleabháin, Aogáin Uí Rathaille agus Sheathrúin Chéitinn. Léigh sé Leabhar na Marbh na Tibéide; rinne sé staidéar ar an draíocht; agus bhí dealramh áirithe ina ghnúis a thug le fios go raibh sé lándáiríre faoi na feachtais éagsúla seo. Má b’ionann Roderic Campbell agus Gerard de Nerval (agus b’ionann: bhíodh sé go minic ag caint go héadmhar faoin tslí a mbíodh gliomach ar téad ag de Nerval agus é ag spaisteoireacht leis ar shráideanna Pháras), ba é Rosenstock an Arthur Rimbaud aige.
Oíche amháin ráinig Campbell doras ár dtí (is é sin le rá tigh mo mhuintire féin i gCorcaigh) agus d’oscail mo mháthair bhocht (go dtuga Dia suaimhneas di) an doras dó; féach cad a bhí roimpi ach Campbell groí, culaith dhubh fhoirmeálta thráthnóna air, agus coinneal chéarach ar lasadh ar bharr a hata ard caol dubh.
B’in cathair Chorcaí sna seascaidí; agus bhíomar go léir inár mic léinn ag sármhúinteoirí san Ollscoil: Seán Ó Tuama, Seán Lucy agus Seán Ó Riada – an Triúr Seán mar a thugtaí orthu. Agus iad ag déanamh léinn le daoine óga mar Eoghan Harris, Tomás Ó Murchadha, Michael Davitt, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, Liam Ó Muirthile, Campbell, Killian O’Donnell agus, ar ndóigh, Rosenstock féin. Is faoin tráth seo a tháinig INNTI ar an saol, ach roimh INNTI bhí iris eile, Motus, Campbell ina eagarthóir air; agus mórbhileoga ó phreas leis an dteideal iontach The Burial Weather Press. Ach ag trácht ar INNTI, b’éacht í an iris úd, a thug filíocht na Gaeilge lom díreach isteach i racán agus borradh na linne sin.
An tíogar ó Bheangál. Cé go raibh roisc shuaite Rosenstock faoin ainmhí míorúilteach seo beagáinín trína chéile, mar sin féin, mar chúlra ar na rithimí rapsóideacha seo uaidh, bhí a dhearcadh féin aige ar fhuinneamh dochuimsithe na beatha. Dá ndéanfá comhbhá le sampla seo na beatha, an tíogar, rachfá i dteangmháil leis an bhforneart neamhtheoranta gur de an tíogar, ina steillbheatha féin. Is í an chomhbhá seo, an neart samhlaíochta a chomh-mhaireann le gach uile ní, grinneall agus bunús an domhain