W.B. Yeats had a damn good thought in “Tom O’Roughley”. No need to trudge through the poem here. Go read it on your own time. If true pleasure is carelessness, then oblivion, which is death, can be nothing but the quintessence of pleasure. 158 more words
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The following is an extract from writer Dermot Bolger’s piece on Thoor Ballylee for the Irish Independent. The full text is available here.
Two months ago, I found myself passing through Gort in Co Galway, on my way home from doing a reading in a school. 224 more words
Thoor Ballylee Re-opening speech on the occasion of Yeats2015 and Yeats’s 150th birthday celebrations
by Senator Fidelma Healy Eames
A dhaoine uaisle, Cathaoirleach an Chontae, a Aire, a Theachta Dala, Seanadoiri, Comhairleoiri, cuirim failte roimh go leir go dti an ocaid speisialta seo, an ait an-speisialta seo. 1,006 more words