And don't forget the Irish love of having a laugh, family, fueding,
drinking, digging, brit-bashing, didlee dee, intercine tribal warfare
and......
....Ah, to be sure so, tis a grand life in the land of a thousand welcomes
for those - like myself - whose dual cultural identity allows one an
innordiante amount of navel gazing as I tear myself up over who I am.
Please forgive the slightly euphorical schizzy tenor in this post Dear
Readers and I apologise if it fails to tweak the titter bone, but I have
been mad on the research since before Xmas, overdosing on all the new -
seemingly high quality - info getting posted up on Wikipedia by those with a
serious interest in Irish mythology and factual data from the earliest records.
I've just moved to a new garret, three times the size of my last coffin in
the scary house with a busted receiver on the front door my slum landlord
living in a Foxrock mansion deigned to be in reasonable working order - and
that was getting pushed open at all hours by any passing gurrier looking for
their pals - my fellow tennants from the inner city underbelly.
I finally have domestic peace and silent neighbours, in an appropriately
writerly like attic bedsit where my personal safety paranioa is fading and
the inner phantoms my less than ideal reality invoked to life, are in
retreat, being displaced with the spirit of normalcy.
Somewhere I can dream and sniff for the elusive salmon's trail uninterrupted
and without a need to anaesthetise thrice weekly with booze to fend off the
guttered edge of a frighteningly vicious street reality where cocaine
criminals are plugging away at each other like the last of the O'Neill Mors.
No longer do the scangers push their way straight in and pass my door
muttering jungloe patois in black gutteral tones at 4 AM as I hang out of
the window - my heart near to cardiac arrest - and with only my faith in
writing as the shield to fend them off.
Anyway, the reason I'm writing is to post a link to the list of kings from
Keating and the four masters. Whoever's done it did a great job. 200 odd in
one long double list. One for Keating and the one next to it from the four
masters; and lots of the names link to other pages about them, so you can
really get mororing on the research by flicking between documents and saving
a lot of time parked in the library.
I'll spare you an outpouring here, but basically a blurred picture is
starting to form that it may be possible to crack the myth and identify
which of the main protaganists from the pantheon relate to what factual
characters, as they now appear in apple pie'ish order, due to computer
technology.
But it's early days, an outrageous theory to even hint at and will probably
not lead to the proof needed for me to claim the undreamt of glory such a
wild truth would attract, but it's the grinding away and learning process
which matters, irrespective of where the musings go to.
Tuathal Teachtmhar was the one I locked onto first and I reckon he is Conn
of the Hundred battles, who I am related to and so will be demanding the
nation give me Ulster back, so I can return to the simple way of Gaelic
life, like Shane the proud? He was a right one wasn't he? Killed his half
brother, nephew and kept Sorley Boy and Clavagh O'Donnell as tortured
captives whilst conducting an affair with his wife, before he ran out of
allies and got his skull swiped off and sent to Liz One. Dark days indeed.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuathal_Teachtmhar
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_High_Kings_of_Ireland
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