you have said a lot here .
my wife was doing a teachers course in Irish given by the rte woman Nuala ni Auligh i think and a falcon appeared on a tree in the grounds/park of kilkenny castle where they were doing their outdoor course -- look she said PUC NA GAOITHE an Irish falcon .
i who sometimes listen at the wrong time and say the odd thing --said that is brilliant if i had been told that as a kid i would have learned Irish --she said what do you mean its brilliant --i said the old people were not prudish and they had an incredible language which was naturally philosophic and part of the power of the language was that it really said what it says on the tin which today startles our castrated senses .
PUC == FUCK
NA ===OF
GAOITHE ==WIND ===== THE WIND FUCKER as the old people who were not required by THEIR IRISH society to be prudish saw the falcon over its prey hovering and thrusting its pelvis like it was riding somebody in order to get its wing action to work properly .
We have more Nobel prizes for English literature per head than any other and i explain this to foreigners as follows --when you look at on entries re this some of them hint at the reason but don't go far enough they state we use HIBERNO ENGLISH as the British academics could not get their heads around the fact that the Irish language in the background was the engine running that produced the English in Ireland that won so many awards .
HIBERNATE ==TO SLEEP FOR THE WINTER was the roman view of Ireland from a sunny Tuscany head .
they wrote off the whole country due to its climate and stated to only course one could take was to hibernate == hence christened HIBERNIA .
i like millions before me said fuck Irish and all who spend 13 years torturing me with text books without a picture of diagram --you all know nothing ---i had to learn Latin as an alter boy and my Irish was with the old Irish script with its SHAVE UUUS.
it was like being told you had to learn martian in case you went to mars .
total fuckology for a young persons head and millions were taught to despise the language by sadists .
today i with my deplorable Irish and my wifes assistance --i translate irish -- not to english but to IRISH by leaving it alone as much as possible and putting the sentences down with out correcting the grammar and diluting the power of this aincent powerful language into castrated modern crude english .
a trick very few know if you need the lyrics of your song or poem to transmit the power of what you wish to say but you do not possess the soul and the intellect to access your soul.
then translate into Irish and then back again and your work comes up several notches due to the natural philisophic power of the language.
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