Line Stockford

@linecaro.bsky.social

Turkish poetry translator Poet, writer Cymraes she/they Caroline Stockford https://palewellpress.co.uk/bookstore/human-rights/wtwt/ Poetry translations: https://estoniacordfrock.wordpress.com/

Anns a’ bhalbh mhadainn bha clàr an fhuinn còmhnard, bha a’ ghaoth aig fois, a strannraich ’s a sitheadh bàthte fo’n ghilead, gach bleideag ’na tàmh, càiricht san fhighe mhìn ud mar gheal phlaide… —Ruaraidh MacThòmais, “Anns a‘ Bhalbh Mhadainn” (“Sheep”), in MODERN SCOTTISH GAELIC POEMS (1995) 7/7

Ruaraidh MacThòmais
ANNS A’ BHALBH MHADAINN

Anns a’ bhalbh mhadainn bha clàr an fhuinn còmhnard,
bha a’ ghaoth aig fois, a strannraich ’s a sitheadh
bàthte fo’n ghilead, gach bleideag ’na tàmh,
càiricht san fhighe mhìn ud mar gheal phlaide.
Chaill sinn na caoraich bha muigh air mòintich
nuair thaom an stoirm ud a-nuas ’eallach,
is thug sinn a’ mhadainn gan dian shireadh.

Thainig stoirm air mo dhùthaich,
sneachda mìn, marbhteach, mùchaidh:
ge geal e, na creid ’na ghilead,
na cuir t’earbs ann an anart;
dheanadh mo chridhe iollach
nam faicinn air a’ chlàr bhàn sin ball buidhe
’s gun tuiginn gu robh anail a’ Ghaidheil
a’ tighinn am mullach.Derick Thomson
SHEEP

In the still morning the surface of the land was flat,
the wind had died down, its rumbling and thrusting
drowned under the whiteness, each snowflake at rest,
set in its soft fabric like a white blanket.
We had lost the sheep that were out on the moor
when that storm unloaded its burden,
and we spent the morning desperately seeking them.

A storm came over my country,
of fine, deadly, smothering snow:
though it is white, do not believe in its whiteness,
do not set your trust in a shroud;
my heart would rejoice
were I to see on that white plain a yellow spot,
and understand that the breath of the Gael
was coming to the surface.

“In these times of hatred and misinformation, we need more than the “apparent magic” of deceptive images. We need art that is truthful about the costs and the necessity of compassion, and that recognizes that a sense of spiritual superiority may not protect us from lies.” Great read. ⚡️🙌🏽

EMILY WILSON@emilyrcwilson.bsky.social · yesterday

I wrote about the Trojan horse, and what we can learn from her mouth about different cultural attitudes towards deception and violence. As someone comments below, the phrase GIFT ARTICLE is pretty scary in this context.

Wow, Literature Wales’s applications website has been hacked and downloaded. Now all our specialities, issues and addresses are out there. JUST GIVE COMMUNITY ARTISTS A BASIC INCOME OF £12k a year. (poets, dancers, potters, writers, puppeteers , musicians) put art into community’s every day life!!

Stop complaining & scaremongering about ‘flash floods’ & plant more trees. Rewild grazed fields & put out water butts. This is much needed rain. We are living out of kilter and in opposition to nature. We are the problem. Living like connoisseurs and kings having the world delivered to our door. 🤯

Secrets of life, part 12643.: Put Chinese Stem Ginger syrup in your coffee and pieces of it in your banana and melon smoothies. It counteracts the rum 😆 (Rum is for national holidays only)

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