Saturday, December 20, 2014

At's My Popa.

On December 4, Pope Francis sent 2,000 presents to homeless immigrants in the care of Mother Teresa's nuns in Rome.  Each contained a signed card, postage stamps, a pre-paid international calling card and a Rome metro pass.  His message to the recipients 'be with family and friends at Christmas,'  his message to the rest of us, 'remember and care about those suffering poverty, whether financial or emotional.'  Are we talking a real leader for the church here or what?

keebler elf christmass
Miniature door found at the base of an elm tree in Golden Gate Park

jpr: yes Keeblers do exist Virginia

Iceland and The Problem of Elves.

An Icelandic Elf House
Sixty two percent of Icelanders believe that thousands of elves make their homes in Iceland’s wilderness.  Stories abound of the “huldufolk’  or "hidden folk."  Elf advocates have joined forces with environmentalists to urge the Icelandic Road and Coastal Commission and local authorities to abandon a current highway project.  They fear disturbing elf habitat and claim the area is particularly important because it contains an elf church.   The project has been halted until the Supreme Court of Iceland rules on the case.

The matter is particularly critical at Christmas, as Icelanders await not just one Santa Claus, but 13 trolls known as the "Yule Lads" who come to town during the 13 days before Christmas. Each has his own task, putting rewards or punishments into the shoes of little children.  Interestingly, many of these same traditions exist in rural Western Ireland.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Rachel Nichols - New Member of the JP Gallery

The 34 year old actress from Maine stands 5'10', graduated from Columbia, and is the star of the Sci-Fi classic Continuum.

Irish Poem's Month

An Old Woman of the Roads

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house – a house of my own
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.
Padraic Colum

irish poems month

A Faery Song                

WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told. 

More of Brendan Behan, one of Ireland's finest voices

Behan's classic work bout his early imprisonment  (I own a copy).

Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis

I am a drinker with writing problems.

In Dublin, I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.

All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.

I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.