Tag Archives: Folk Tale

Brown, Black, Grey and Red…

Posted on November 17, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Fin Mac Coll was hunting with his Fenians south of Ballyshannon. Three strange men approached the company. “Let no one speak before they get to me,” said Fin. The three interlopers said nothing until they stood before Fin. “Our … Continue reading →

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Lore Weavers: Coyote Tales…

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Coyote is a Native American culture hero, buffoon, and trickster figure who mixes animal and human traits to mostly comic, often catastrophic, and sometimes salutary effect. * The world in which Coyote moves can be conceived as a parallel … Continue reading →

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A face from the past… and a book extract…

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

One of the everyday wonders of my childhood was a visit to my grandparents’ home. The house itself was full of Art Deco details. The walls and shelves were adorned with curious things, brought back from far-flung places… wooden boxes … Continue reading →

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Clews…

Posted on October 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …Kierkegaard knows only too well what is at stake here. How the mask can simultaneously both hide and reveal. Especially for those who know how to look… He chooses his psuedonyms very carefully, almost, too perfectly! Johannes-de-Silentio. ‘Silent John’. … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…

Posted on October 4, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart until she was ready for Connavor’s bed. * No one was allowed into her enclosure save her foster-mother, her foster-father, and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist. * One winter’s day … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb…

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* The Ulstermen were drinking in the house of Connavor’s Bard, Fedlimed mac Dall. Fedlimed’s wedd-woman, who happened to be full with child, was also in attendance. She passed round meat and drink and, when the house reached drunken uproar, … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote…

Posted on September 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Coyote was going along… As usual he was ravenously hungry. He passed by Buffalo-Bull and noticed his size. ‘No lack of sustenance there,’ he reasoned. “Couldn’t you make me into a Bull?” asked Coyote. Buffalo-Bull ignored him. “If I … Continue reading →

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Masks of Sod

Posted on September 13, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …For those of you who have not yet realised, the preceding monographs have followed, relatively closely, the lines laid out by the Danish Philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard, in his master-work, ‘Fear and Trembling’. Quite apart from his unquestionble literary genius … Continue reading →

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Names Matter: nimmy nimmy not…

Posted on September 12, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …Well, she felt that horrud. Howsomediver, she hard the king a coming along the passage. In he came, an’ when he sees the five skeins, he says, ‘Well, me dare I don’t see what ye will ha’ your skeins … Continue reading →

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Names Matter: gonned… Stuart France

Posted on September 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Well, the next day, har husband he took her inter the room, an’ there was the flax an’ the day’s vittles. ‘Now, there’s the flax,’ says he, ‘an’ if that ain’t spun up this night off goo yar hid.’ … Continue reading →

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