#bàrdachd

[baudrons]

Norman MacCaig

[elkieselkiewrites]

Bha mi a' cuir Gàidhlig air mo bhàrdachd, airson e a' cleachdadh. Chan eil e ullamh fhathast, ach bidh mi a' co-roinn pàirt beag a-nis. (Bi caomh, mas e do thoil e! Chan e mo Ghàidhlig math an-dràsta! Tha mi a' ionnsachaidh fhathast!)

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Bha sàl ann an leabaidh na cloinne - bha ar mathair ag radh - rugadh sinn a chùm rach feadh a' chladach an fhuaraidh, feadh an làithean glas aig losgadh na ceilpe is feasgar ciar corcarach. Nuair a' luasgadh sinn ar casan coltach ri lìneachan a-steach na mara dubhrach, tha bàrr nan tonn ag obair oirnn, a' beantainn air ar sgiortan, ag ilmeachadh an gaineamh shligeach far ar meòir-choise. Tha ar gàirdeanan suainte ri chèile - sporghail sinne a-null an creagan sleamhnach coltach ri partan mòr snàigeach, tha ar ceòl-gàire cho aitgheal agus guanach ri eich bhàna a' briseadh air an fàire.

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Tha eadar-theangachaidh faigseach ann am Beurla gu h-ìosal:

Salt water in the womb, our mother would say, born to traipse along the shoreline in grey days of kelp-ash, and blustery evenings. Teasing waves tug at our skirts, licking the fragments of seashells from our feet as we dangle them like fishlines into the ink-dark sea.  We two, arms entwined, scrambling over sea-slick rocks like some great skittering partan, our laughter mingling bright and giddy as white horses breaking along the horizon.

[sgrobailancoiseam]

1 Sult 2025, Bearsden

Dè tha na gèoidh ag ràdh? 'S e fhoghar a th'ann. Innsidh iad am fios aca, ach cha thuig mi.

Tha mi air mo chaoch, làn ri tàirneach nach d'urrian dhomh a chartadh, suas dhan speur.

Dè b' àithne dhomh a nuair a dìobharaidh mi a-nis? Dè faclan do-aithris às an oir Cruitheachd bha nam inntinn ged dhiùlt mo thenga?

An àithne e dhaibh? An innis iad an ath-bliadhna?

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's toil leam an gnàthas-cainnte sin. Innsidh na geòidh as t-fhoghar e. Cuiribh mi ceart.

[sgribhisg]

Event by Bàrd Beag and Federation of Writers (Scotland)

Online: tinyurl.com

Saturday at 13:00 UTC

Price: free

Public  · Anyone on or off Facebook

CAIRISTÌONA STONE (CHRISTINE STONE)

AN INTRODUCTION TO GAELIC POETRY

Born and raised in the Isle of Lewis, Christine is now a resident in Caithness, where she has worked for several years with children and young people and in teaching learners of Gaelic. Christine is steeped in the traditions of her island, its songs and oral traditions. An acclaimed writer, she is known for her poetry in both the traditional bàrdachd baile as well as contemporary compositions, working with free verse. Christine is also the author of Nas Gile na Sneachd (Clàr, 2015) and Sa Bhùth ’s an Tac an Teine (Clàr, 2016) a collection of short stories, part oral tradition, part memoir, which demonstrate how the Gaelic tradition continues to renew. With a focus on her award-winning poetry, Christine will tell us about the literatures which inspired her to become a writer and give a further understanding of bàrdachd baile and contemporary poetic genres, with examples of her own work.

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In the spirit of the UNESCO decade of Indigenous Languages and continuing with the Federation’s ongoing work in support of the Gaelic and Scots literatures, we are proud to announce a unique series events celebrating Gaelic writing and creativity across genres.

Delivered through the medium of English, to foster awareness and understanding of Gaelic and its rich and diverse literature, the events will serve to introduce members to a number of genres within this thriving literary scene through a number of their key exponents.

Known for our ongoing support of women’s writing the committee is proud to deliver these events with an all-women line-up, with our Gaelic Co-Ordinator, Marcas Mac an Tuairneir, in the chair. Each event will take place on Zoom - just click the far less cumbersome tinyurl.com/FWSGaelic - and will be broadcasted and archived for additional access on YouTube, meaning wherever you are, you can take part. Each session will include informal discussion with the writer, readings and screenings and a Q&A session.

We are grateful for the support of an anonymous benefactor, whose donation in support of our work with Gaelic has made these events possible. We encourage members to donate on a pay-what-you can basis to the Federation, so we can continue to offer such events.

[anarchotolkienist]

Re-reading Sorley’s ‘The poetry of the clearances’ and his final comment on Faisteachd agus Beannachd do na Gàidheil, Màiri Mhòr’s last song in which she predicts that the landlords will be run out, the land taken back, and the Gaels who were eviced across the seven seas will finally return to rebuild the cold ruins, is simply that it “has the splendid warmth and the brace optimism in full, and that remarkable sinking of her own personality in the sorrows, joys and hopes of her people: that the prophecy has failed of fulfilment was not the fault of the big, brave heart of Màiri Mhòr nan Òran”

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[drewmcnaughton]

A bit of footage from Sorley:Land/Neu! Reekie! Gaelic hip-hop by G-Croft. #beats #rhymes #life #beo #bàrdachd #gàidhlig #whistle

[sgrobailancoiseam]

tha a h-uile rud air a dhèanamh de fiaclan. gonach, a cheab 's a riach 's a sgarb air craiceann 's sùilean 's cluasan 's smuain.

tha an speur iarainn tharainn. chan e a' phlaide glas-faoil - beartach le snuadh 's ciall. 's e sian de corrigan mairbh a' glacach, a' mùcadh.

tha gach rud anns an t-saoghal air a dhèanamh de fiaclan – clàragan a' bleith – claigeann a' sgoltadh – a' sliseadh m'inntinn gu pristealan geurach.

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cuirbh mi ceart.

(sliseadh gu pristealan? do pristealan?) (agus, an do choir dhomh am tionnail fiacla ath-sheall? chan eil mi cinnteach)

seallaidh mi a-nis, ghròigich mi pios. 's e clàragan agus claigeann cuspairean. ('s e fiaclan na cùisearan.) a bheil e cearr? an urrain dhomh a' fhulangachd a chleachd? "clàragan air bleith/claigeann air sgoltadh"

[sgrobailancoiseam]

Fàistean de Rìgh Brain

Chur mi a-mach mo làmh; thionndan nan aibhnichean Sasainn siar; Chur mi a-mach mo làmh; stad an fhuil mo nàimh nan cuislean; Chur mi a-mach mo làmh; sgiath smaoin is cuimnhe às na cinn mo nàimh coltach ri total druidean; Thuit mo nàimh coltach ri màlan fàs.

Thàinig mi dhaibh à ceòthan is fearthainn; Thàinig mi dhaibh ann an aisligean meadhan-oidhche; Thàinig mi dhaibh ann an total bran a chùirnich an speur tuat aig a thighinn an latha; Nuair chreid iad gu robh iad sabhailte thàinig mi dhaibh ann an eigh a bhrist an t-soc coille geamraidh.

Rinn an fhearthainn doras rium is chaidh mi triomhe; Rinn na clachan rìgh-chathair rium is shuidh mi air; Bha trì rioghachdan air thoirte dhomh a bhith agamse fhèinn gu brath; Bha Sasann air air thoirte dhomh a bhith agamse fhèinn gu brath. Ghiùlain an Daor gun Ainm crùn airgid; Bu an Daor gun Ainm rìgh ann an dhùthaich choimheach.

Tha na airm a bha air a bhreith an dàil mi le mo nàimh irramaichte sa t-Ifrinn ri rudan naomh; Tha crò a shìl mi air àraichean àrsaidh air a sgrabadh den t-ùir caimte; le luchd-naomh-thaisg Irinne is e cuirte ann an soireag de airgead is ìbhri.

Thug mi draoidheachd do Sasann, dìleab luachach Ach tha Sasannaich air mo bhroinn a tharcasich. Bidh draoidheachd sgrìobhte air an sgeul leis an t-uisge, ach cha leugh iad e; Bidh draodheachd sgrìobhte air leargan nan shìth chàrnach ach cha cùm an inntinnean e; Sa gheamhradh, bidh na chraobhan sheasg litreadh dubh ach cha tuig iad e.

Nochdaidh dà dhraoidh ann an Sasann. *Bidh an t-eagal dhìom air a' chiad fear; bidh dànadas rium air an dàrna fear; Bidh a' chiad fear fo rioghaladh meàlaich is marbhadair; bidh an dàrna fear a' turadh an tòir a chreach fhèin; Tòrraidh a' chiad fear a chrìdhe ann an choille dhubh fon sneachd, ach fairichidh e a ghoirteas fhathast; Chì an dàrna fear a sheilbh as gràdhaiche sa làmh a nàimh. Cuiridh seachad a' chiad fear a bheatha uath; bidh esan a shoighlear fhèin; Thèid an dàrna fear ànrach air rathaidean ònaranach, an doireann os cionn, a' lorg tùr dubh air leitir àrd.

Suidhidh mi air rìgh-chathair dubh sa sgàilean ach chan fhaic iad mi. Nì an fhearthainn dòras rium is thèid mi troimhe. Nì na clachan rìgh-chathair rium is suidhidh mi air. Giùlainnaidh an Daor gun Ainm crùn airgid, Bidh an Daor gun Ainm rìgh ann an dhùthach dhoimheach.

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le Susana Clarke

Cuiribh mi ceart...

~trì rioghachdan air thoirtte dhomh a bhith agam fhèinn || (three kingdoms were given to me to be mine - ceart?) ~ am bi an Daor gun Aimn a' giùlain crun airgid??? || (The Nameless Slave will wear a silver crown.) ~rudan naomh || holy relics/artifacts? (a bheil facal eile air?) ~a' chiad fear... a' chiad fear... || nach urrainn dhomh "a' chiad fear... a' chiad... a' chiad" a rath? an urrainn? ~fear a' turadh an tòir a chreach || conspiring at (/after) his own own ruin ? a bheil sin ceart? ~ach a ghoirteas a fhairich fhathast || but still feel its ache. (Ar leam nach eil sin ceart). (a bheil "fidiridh e a ghoirteas" nas fhèar?)

*Agus, chan eil mi cinnteach, dè as fhèar...

Bidh mo theagal air a' chiad fear; gabhaidh an dàrna fear fadachd air mo dhearcadh. Bidh an t-ainm air a' chiad fear Eagal; Bidh an t-ainm air an dàrna fear Dànadas. Bidh a' chiad fear Eagal; bidh an dàrna fear Dànadas.