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| Íomhá Ron Rosenstock |
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Gleann an Bháis - ag cur thar maoil le seachmaill! |
Death Valley - teeming with illusions! |
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| Íomhá Ron Rosenstock |
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Gleann an Bháis - ag cur thar maoil le seachmaill! |
Death Valley - teeming with illusions! |
". . scothshaothar cruthaitheach a chuimsíonn breis agus scór bliain.
- Anois
Rogha Rosenstock is a sprawling collection of intimate and tortuous vignettes carefully selected by the poet himself . . . he strives to put eyes and tongue into every dumb and inanimate object . . .
- The Irish Times
Tá soiléireacht súiloscailte an ‘See-r’ le feiceáil ar an saothar seo ar fad; é ina dhúiseacht, i dtiúin leis na diamhrachtaí; ina airdeallaí.
These poems display the vision of the ‘see-r’, in tune with the mysteries of the world."
The choice of Come and Go for a Gaelic treatment is an astute and highly successful one (despite its claim, Mouth on Fire’s is not in fact the first production of an Irish version of the play – Beckett gave permission for an Irish Come and Go, translated by Declan Kiberd, which was staged for an inter-varsity drama competition in 1970). The translation here is provided by the distinguished Irish language poet Gabriel Rosenstock who was motivated by the very strong connections he discerns between Beckett’s writing and the Gaelic literary tradition: ‘there’s a sparseness in his writing that reminds me of the beginnings of Irish literature … a texture, terseness and tonality’. Indeed, Rosenstock emphasises the linguistic paucity of Come and Go in his version by eschewing the variety in the women’s responses to the whispered revelations (‘God grant not’, ‘God forbid’, ‘Please God not’); here each woman reacts with ‘Nár lige Dia’ (close to ‘God forbid’).
| Duilleoga Tite An bhféadfadh sé a bheith ceart Go satlófaí Ar dhuilleoga glioscarnacha Mar iad Is go ndéanfaí dusta díobh? |
Drúcht na hOíche Nach séimh é, An drúcht a thugann an ceobhrán leis Feictear sa ghealach chruinn é Agus neadaíonn sé i measc na nduilleog, Go dtí go sileann ar pheitil an róis. |
| Tinte Fá Shuan Bíonn an luaithreach Cneasta leis an tine. An tAm Tá súil agam Cneasta leis an ngrá. |
Cárta Poist Imíonn cárta poist Chuig ceann scríbe ar bith Bíodh is go n-iompraíonn sé Grá a bhfuil meáchan mór Ann. |
| Dorn Is geall le dorn í An fhéachaint sin Id shúil Buaileann tú go tréan Ar an doras Atá in íochtar mo chroí. |
Guth Bíodh is nach gcuirtear Adaimh an aeir Ag imeacht soir siar, An gcloiseann tú mé Ag labhairt leat? |
| Amárach An bhfuil ré nua I ndán dúinn go luath Nó an laethanta leamha a bheidh ag teacht I ndiaidh a chéile? Cad a thabharfaidh an lá amárach leis? |
Litir Ghrá “Aithne na teileapaite ar a chéile” Frásaí á scríobh Go híogair Fiú na focail atá mílitrithe agat Is aoibhinn lem chroí iad. |
| Saol Saol lonrach na héigse! Is mian leo teacht ar an saol A deir na dánta. Is mian leo a bheith beo A deir na dánta. |
Loiteog Bhán Bláth sa láib! Is tú bláth Na loiteoige báine Ag éirí aníos Im chroí go tréan! |
| Cuisle Cóngarach i gcéin! I bhfad ón áit seo Ar an taobh eile den domhan. I bhfad uait, Do chuisle i mo chlos. |
Buairt Is mé ag éisteacht le monabhar na nduilleog Táim buartha fút Is tú san imigéin. Nuair a thiteann an fhearthainn Nuair a shéideann an ghaoth. |