Donal Og


It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb .

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
a ship of gold under a silver mast;
twelve towns with a market in all of them,
and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible,
that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird;
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland .

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,
I sit down and I go through my trouble;
when I see the world and do not see my boy,
he that has an amber shade in his hair.

It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you;
the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday
and myself on my knees reading the Passion;
and my two eyes giving love to you forever.

My mother has said to me not to be talking with you today,
or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;
it was a bad time she took for telling me that;
it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,
or as the black coal that is on the smith’s forge;
or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;
it was you put that darkness over my life.

You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!

– Translation by Lady Gregory

A Working Class Hero is Something to Be


Gustave Caillebotte, Les Rabateurs de Parquet (The Floor Scrapers), presented to The Paris Salon of 1875, is one of the first occasions that members of the urban proletariat had been displayed to the general public. The jury, shocked by its crude realism but voyeuristically fascinated, rejected it as “vulgar subject matter”. In choosing to submit himself simply to the rigorous formulae of traditional realist painters, Caillebotte eschews any of the political, social or moral messages of his contemporaries like Courbet or Millet. It is as if he were a documentarian exposing us only to gestures, tools and the accoutrements of these stripped down modern heroes of antiquity. One year later he, along with Edgar Degas, were the toast of the town. … Could there be a more apropos moment to take note that a working class hero is something to be?

Chance or Chancery?


Life truly is like the Court of Chancery. Whereas it really should be a place of infinite justice, in which all are treated equally, often it is simply unfair. This was the very truth, Miss Flite, the very astute and seemingly minor character in Charles Dickens’ Bleak House, found out from her many years of living on only the vaguest promise of a slender thread of hope. Such a life is often the ruination of the soul.

Presented here a list of her aptly named birds all “to be released on the day of judgment”. Take your chances where you find them.

Hope – Desires, expectations, longings and dreams.

Joy – Happiness, revelry, pleasure and jubilance.

Youth – Adolescence, inexperience, jejunity. Innocence yet to be despoiled.

Peace – Accord, truce and conciliation. A longed for harmony.

Rest – Calm composure and quiescence. That which may give you tranquility.

Life – Essence, élan, spirit and the very joie de vivre of being.

Dust – Ashes, cinders, dirt and the fragments of life.

Ashes – Charcoal, ruin, relics and the sad burned remains.

Waste – Reckless spending, decay and desolation. A life squandered.

Ruin – Destitution and bane. Bankruptcy.

Despair – Anguish, sorrow, hopelessness and misery.

Madness – Delusion, insanity, lunacy and mania.

Death – Annihilation, dissolution, eradication. The final cessation.

Cunning – Sly, artifice, guile, deceit.

Folly – Absurdity, rashness, stupidity, triviality.

Words – Colloquy, utterances. The means of communication.

Wigs – Periwigs. The trappings of the court’s costume.

Rags – Scraps, shreds, tatters. The remnant of the matter.

Sheepskin – The testimonial document. Certification. Credentials.

Plunder – Theft, contraband. That which is stolen.

Precedent – Antecedents and the authoritative exemplar. A paradigm.

Jargon – Exclusive phraseology. Pernicious patois.

Gammon – To fleece, to dupe, chicanery. The game of swindle.

Spinach – Prevarication. The avoidance of truth. A bald lie.

A Very Happy New Year!


On the cusp of 2012 we at Little Fluffy Clouds hope that this new year brings each and everyone of you everything you wish for yourselves and more.

Now a word from our esteemed Chairman of the Board, JAX Omar, who wants you to know that from his vantage point he can clearly see that the economy has turned the corner and asks you to be prepared for great things in 2012. … The oracle has spoken.

A Very Happy New Year! ~ Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!!