My Grandfather was taken by the Fairies
My Grandfather was taken by the Fairies is the title of a six part recording that centres on Michael Fortune's late mother (Nan Fortune), along with six different members of his family, as they relate superstitious accounts concerning other family members and neighbours.
These are the stories which Michael Fortune grew up with as a child and involve accounts of his own family members and neighbours in the coastal village of Ballygarrett on the east coast of Wexford.
The village is part of larger Gaelic stronghold called The Macamore's which ran from Kilmuckridge right up to 'The Arklow Rock' on the Wexford/Wicklow border.
The stories in this collection are from the immediate vicinity of the Ballygarrett and Kilmuckridge area and are as much private beliefs and superstitions as they are public. The deliberate recording of his mother re-telling the same stories with his sisters and nieces, highlights how the stories and the oral culture in which they come from, is highly structured in many regards but yet contains an element of fluidity which is brought by the personality of the teller.
Michael regards the stories as being related to traditional tunes which have been passed on orally. Many of the stories will have the same repeated lines, the same meter, rising and falling, the same warnings and consequences. Each of the recordings were recorded around his mother’s kitchen table between October 2005 and August 2006.
In each recording the camera moves clockwise around the table capturing not only the imaginary world of the stories but also the physical space of the small kitchen. Although intangible, these stories are used to map out a physical world around the family household.
Tags:
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
Written By Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ.
©All Right Reserved
Switch to the Mobile Optimized View
© 2024 Created by Tara. Powered by