I vividly remember watching this with my late father when it was on TV in the early 90s. We recorded it on video cassette and rewatched it a few times after. I’ve been looking for this on-and-off for the past twenty years, so it’s been a wonderful treat finally to watch it again. Many, many thanks for putting this wonderful programme up on TH-cam.
Patrick Kavanagh, Brendan Behan & Flann O'Brien 3 of the many great storytellers, playrights, tall stories poets from the Emerald Isle who loved to take a drink, sit at t he bar and smoke a cigarette or pipe and chats with the people who passed by. People talked about them all the time when they were alive and will continue to talk about those people forevermore. It will not be long before the saintly Phil Lynott is joined up with those very fine people. Phil had many God-given gifts and been a brilliant storyteller, prophet, poet, singer-songwriter, leader of the gang, man upfront and the greatest rocker of all times and that is a recorded fact
My father played the melodeon Outside at our gate, There were stars in the morning east And they danced to his music. Across the world bogs his melodeon called To Lennons and Callans As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry I knew some strange thing had happened. Outside in the cow-house my mother Made the music of milking, The light of the stable-lamp was a star And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle. A water-hen screeched in the bog, Mass-going feet Crunched the wafer-ice on the polt-holes - Somebody wistfully twisted a bellow's wheel. My child-poet picked out the letters On Time's black stone, In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland The winking glitter of a frosty dawn. Cassiopea was over Cassidy's hanging hill. I looked and three whin bushes rode acoss The horizon - the Three Wise Kings. My father played the melodeon, My mother milked the cows And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned On the Virgin Mary's blouse. Patrick Kavanagh
It is a strange thing that Ireland has produced so many gifted writers, poets and music people, perhaps it was the acute angle that a people perched on the periphery of the great empire of England that produced so much commentary, and ironic truth. A poor folk that were rich beyond the dreams of narrow bureaucrats, I'm not sure yet, but these were at least interesting men.
If you're a genius you can have a go at drinking heavily, something might come of it. It might benefit the rest of the world; probably not you much, except to bask in a bit of sunlight. If you're not a genius already,,, probably best to go easy with the drinking. ;)
I almost feel embarrassed my parents emigrated to Canada they were well educated father a engineer Mother a teacher they thrived regardless and inspired our lot
May I ask where you found this documentary? I am conducting research into this period and these characters in particular, any information as to where/when it was produced and broadcast would be really helpful?
Ahah fair play, that's very interesting. Cronin is arguably the central figure in my PhD thesis, I had been trying to get him to consent to an interview for years. I was very sorry to hear he had died. Thanks for replying anyway!
I vividly remember watching this with my late father when it was on TV in the early 90s. We recorded it on video cassette and rewatched it a few times after. I’ve been looking for this on-and-off for the past twenty years, so it’s been a wonderful treat finally to watch it again. Many, many thanks for putting this wonderful programme up on TH-cam.
Cheers Martin! Good to read.
My uncle taped me a copy of this years ago, I lost it through time. Can’t believe it’s here on TH-cam. Wonderful to see it again. Thank you for this.
You're more than welcome, good to hear!
TH-cam is like the Earth. A lot of shit and a few diamonds.
Ben,thank you for this,absolutely loved it.
Thank you so much for this!!
4:54 I grew up in Monkstown and collected glasses in Goggins Lounge in the summer of 1990 🙂
Patrick Kavanagh, Brendan Behan & Flann O'Brien 3 of the many great storytellers, playrights, tall stories poets from the Emerald Isle who loved to take a drink, sit at t he bar and smoke a cigarette or pipe and chats with the people who passed by. People talked about them all the time when they were alive and will continue to talk about those people forevermore. It will not be long before the saintly Phil Lynott is joined up with those very fine people. Phil had many God-given gifts and been a brilliant storyteller, prophet, poet, singer-songwriter, leader of the gang, man upfront and the greatest rocker of all times and that is a recorded fact
Thanks so much for this upload!
important piece of work. fair play for putting it out there.
Cheers!
Great Channel.
I’m pretty sure the interviewer says, “is that why you’re afraid of Jesuits?” In the beginning.
My father played the melodeon
Outside at our gate,
There were stars in the morning east
And they danced to his music.
Across the world bogs his melodeon called
To Lennons and Callans
As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry
I knew some strange thing had happened.
Outside in the cow-house my mother
Made the music of milking,
The light of the stable-lamp was a star
And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle.
A water-hen screeched in the bog,
Mass-going feet
Crunched the wafer-ice on the polt-holes -
Somebody wistfully twisted a bellow's wheel.
My child-poet picked out the letters
On Time's black stone,
In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland
The winking glitter of a frosty dawn.
Cassiopea was over
Cassidy's hanging hill.
I looked and three whin bushes rode acoss
The horizon - the Three Wise Kings.
My father played the melodeon,
My mother milked the cows
And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned
On the Virgin Mary's blouse.
Patrick Kavanagh
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Geniuses. ❤
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Anthony cronin is my grandad on my mums side
It is a strange thing that Ireland has produced so many gifted writers, poets and music people, perhaps it was the acute angle that a people perched on the periphery of the great empire of England that produced so much commentary, and ironic truth. A poor folk that were rich beyond the dreams of narrow bureaucrats, I'm not sure yet, but these were at least interesting men.
I'm confused if this is an encouragement to drink heavily or not.
I think it is... I think it is.
No, if you choose to then that’s ok.
If you're a genius you can have a go at drinking heavily, something might come of it. It might benefit the rest of the world; probably not you much, except to bask in a bit of sunlight.
If you're not a genius already,,, probably best to go easy with the drinking.
;)
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I almost feel embarrassed my parents emigrated to Canada they were well educated father a engineer
Mother a teacher they thrived regardless and inspired our lot
Playing through the railings with little children whose children have long since died.
AMAZING VIDEO LOVE IT,, A TRIfecta on a straight 2 dollar BET;;
What a trio. Their likes will not be seen again. Larry.
Thanks Ben
And I was Vay Vay drunk
May I ask where you found this documentary? I am conducting research into this period and these characters in particular, any information as to where/when it was produced and broadcast would be really helpful?
Hi, as far as I know it was made in 1991 for the Bee Bee See, I knew Anthony Cronin so that's how I ended up with a copy of the broadcast.
Ahah fair play, that's very interesting. Cronin is arguably the central figure in my PhD thesis, I had been trying to get him to consent to an interview for years. I was very sorry to hear he had died. Thanks for replying anyway!
Best of luck with the PhD!
Many thanks, such a shame Brian O'Nolan was so pished.
My favorite Irish writer, but to your comment, in what other state are they likely to find him? 😊
Ireland....is Ireland lost for good?
Them men niver died.
If it ever existed, then yes. The original Irish were dark skinned.
Is that why you're afraid of jesuits?