Transcript: And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans, Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white, Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads Tucked or cresting or busy underwater. Useless to think you’ll park and capture it More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
I absolutely love this, the lot of it --- the music, the cinematography, the dramatic cut at the end. I played this for three classes of students today, using it as an example of someone (the poet, Seamus Heaney) detailing an experience of aesthetic arrest. There were a few of them who really got it, and I think seeing this short film helped them make the connection. Cheers, mate. Thank you.
@monkeypeas, so often when someone on TH-cam adds video to someone reading it is, at best, a distraction; frequently it feels like a pretentious and self-important attempted hijacking of a piece of work. But this piece is absolutely wonderful in complementing the work. Each shot supports the poem without being maddeningly literal-minded. The music bed always remains in quiet service to Heaney's reading; never overpowering or grandiose. Well done, sir.
Hi there, I absolutely love this piece! I am a full-time ballet student from Ireland. I was hoping to use this piece as an accompaniment to a dance I choreographed. Is there another way I could contact you to talk about this more? Thank you very much.
mine is not as beautiful but I see from where it sprang. The same place. I can't wait to go back in May. I need to go back in August as well though. For Oistin, a shy singer Yes no one can be in two places at once Further, You can’t step foot in the same stream twice Yet I still feel the same centrifugal force sending My chest then head into the middle of this Peugeot Further Off the cliff and unto the sea Like a minute hand limping counter-clockwise But clockwise again. A gear given up its teeth The seaside blacktop weaving Dublin into Booterstown into Bray. The green line lolling off toward Greystones. I am there sitting upon the tidewet stones of the strand My chestnut boots halfwet from wave wash although I am here too Haunting this oil rig in the sage desert Where it is quite evident - a vacuum place where no one wants to be One of my better hands found a hideout in Gage, OK Free pool on Wednesdays folks sipping their way Through another workweek - a nurse from the old folks’ home - a codex of kindnesses and wear - Her expressions postures and laughs Kills a glass of cold gold beer Slaps four quarters in the old jukebox playing A handful of Meatloaf, Vince Gill A wobbly wispy haired feller in overalls announces he’s going to distract Barney Fife so we all better make our ways and means for home It’s not Tig Coili with Oisten’s timid grin proud song and gift pints But I feel like he’s standing there beside me The wool coat, guitar, and warmth periphery The cue ball clacks the six into an empty pocket but I hear fiddle cases clicking open the quick light metered chatter Friends make before taking up a song
+Barry Rogers Thanks! The Canon 5D Mark II, with the car and underwater stuff using a GoPro. Some of the 5D footage was shot in RAW using Magic Lantern
Transcript:
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you’ll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
I absolutely love this, the lot of it --- the music, the cinematography, the dramatic cut at the end. I played this for three classes of students today, using it as an example of someone (the poet, Seamus Heaney) detailing an experience of aesthetic arrest.
There were a few of them who really got it, and I think seeing this short film helped them make the connection.
Cheers, mate. Thank you.
Nice video. I have the privilege of cycling the flaggyshore every week. Breath taking spot in all weather conditions.
It's like a symphony! Thank you for sharing. I will translate it to Arabic.
@monkeypeas, so often when someone on TH-cam adds video to someone reading it is, at best, a distraction; frequently it feels like a pretentious and self-important attempted hijacking of a piece of work.
But this piece is absolutely wonderful in complementing the work.
Each shot supports the poem without being maddeningly literal-minded.
The music bed always remains in quiet service to Heaney's reading; never overpowering or grandiose.
Well done, sir.
And this week while motoring on holiday a wrong turning in County Clare quite serendipitously brought us out along the Flaggy Shore. Such a moment. 💚
😭 Im missing Seamus Heaney
This is so good! Loved it.
Beautiful.
Beautiful
R. I. P. Maestro
Beautiful !!!
Hi there, I absolutely love this piece! I am a full-time ballet student from Ireland. I was hoping to use this piece as an accompaniment to a dance I choreographed. Is there another way I could contact you to talk about this more? Thank you very much.
mine is not as beautiful but I see from where it sprang. The same place. I can't wait to go back in May. I need to go back in August as well though.
For Oistin, a shy singer
Yes no one can be in two places at once
Further,
You can’t step foot in the same stream twice
Yet I still feel the same centrifugal force sending
My chest then head into the middle of this Peugeot
Further
Off the cliff and unto the sea
Like a minute hand limping counter-clockwise
But clockwise again. A gear given up its teeth
The seaside blacktop weaving Dublin into Booterstown into Bray.
The green line lolling off toward Greystones.
I am there sitting upon the tidewet stones of the strand
My chestnut boots halfwet from wave wash although I am here too
Haunting this oil rig in the sage desert
Where it is quite evident - a vacuum place where no one wants to be
One of my better hands
found a hideout in Gage, OK
Free pool on Wednesdays folks sipping their way
Through another workweek - a nurse from the old folks’ home - a codex of kindnesses and wear -
Her expressions postures and laughs
Kills a glass of cold gold beer
Slaps four quarters in the old jukebox playing
A handful of Meatloaf, Vince Gill
A wobbly wispy haired feller in overalls announces he’s going to distract Barney Fife so we all better make our ways and means for home
It’s not Tig Coili with Oisten’s timid grin proud song and gift pints
But I feel like he’s standing there beside me
The wool coat, guitar, and warmth periphery
The cue ball clacks the six into an empty pocket
but I hear fiddle cases clicking open
the quick light metered chatter
Friends make before taking up a song
... you are neither here ... no there ...
Beautiful. Thank you.
Amazing stuff!! What did you film this on?
+Barry Rogers Thanks! The Canon 5D Mark II, with the car and underwater stuff using a GoPro. Some of the 5D footage was shot in RAW using Magic Lantern
Thanks very much for the Reply
What artist is behind the music?
Barry O' Sullivan Just me, doing my best Kevin Shields impression
Seriously? It's very impressive, perfect accompaniment. Do you have links to your other works?
Barry O' Sullivan Thanks so much! No it was just a once off piece for the video, glad you liked it!
I love this