micropoem for the day: St. Patrick’s Day

Okay. I admit it. I do like St. Paddy’s Day. Just a bit of a reminder who this superhero of the Irish is. He’s the fellow that ran the snakes out of Ireland. He’s the fellow who made Catholics out of the Celts. Before St. Patrick, the Celts would do anything for a bar fight. Their greatest hero’s greatest deed was to defend Ulster from a queen who wanted to steal a cow. His name was Cú Chulainn. And in those days, cow stealing was a no-no.

St. Patrick’s Day,
leprechauns, shamrocks, Seamus Heaney;
words to delight the tongue.

Uncle Bardie’s Movie of the Week: An Immigrant’s Story

Once a week on Monday, Uncle Bardie shares a movie with his Readers he gives a big two thumbs up. It will simply be a short excerpt or a trailer. Uncle Bardie might even throw in a reflection on the movie. If so, it will make an appearance below the video. So pop some popcorn and give yourself a treat. This week’s movie is “Brooklyn” (2015).

It’s the Fourth of July and that means today I will showcase an American story for “Brooklyn” is an American story.

We’ve seen this story before. A hundred times and more. We never tire of it.

The immigrant protagonist lives her homeland for all sorts of reasons. It could be to flee political or religious persecution. It could be because there is only poverty for her in her homeland.

The immigrant protagonist passes that great figure of the Statue of Liberty. The immigrant protagonist finds herself alone on the streets of the city. The immigrant protagonist finally finds a place to live. The immigrant gets so homesick she can’t stand it. The immigrant meets someone or finds some cause or becomes passionate for this or that American. Suddenly the United States is her home, not the country of her past.

This is Ellis Lacey’s story just like it is the story of our German, Jewish, Greek, Italian, Irish, Japanese, Chinese, Polish, Cuban, Puerto Rican, Mexican, Russian and Hindu forebears. They came to these shores for a better life. Only African Americans and the native peoples of this continent have a different story. Our ancestors chose this destination.

Ellis comes to Brooklyn in the late forties, early fifties. Thanks to her sister, Rose. She has it much easier than many immigrants. Her priest has arranged for her to have a place to stay. Still the emotional separation from her widowed mother and her sister makes her life in America difficult. Until she meets Tony, an Italian young man, who likes Irish girls and loves the Brooklyn Dodgers. The two develop a romantic relationship and Ellis comes to see that her life is with Tony.

All this time Ellis writes to Rose in Ireland, and Rose lives her life vicariously through Ellis. Then the unimaginable happens. Rose commits suicide. It seems that Rose was sick for a very long time and no one knew. Ellis must return to Ireland to comfort her mother and say a final farewell to Rose.. With reluctance, Tony sees her off. While in Ireland, Ellis must decide where her destiny lies. In Ireland or in Brooklyn?

This one will make you want to read the novel by Colm Toibin.


Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick: Adam at the Window

It’s Thursday again. You know what that means. Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick. Uncle Bardiie gives a double thumbs up to this week’s selection: “Adam at the Window” by Mary Black.

First there’s that voice. Then there’s the song, written by Jimmy MacCarthy. I rarely hear a song with such lyrics. Mary Black has the perfect voice to give the song wings. I heard this song and it made me want to write a story. Even a novel. Made me want to know more about this Adam. So I began a novel and Adam was the painter. I began to discover how and why Adam came to that Island. I began to discover that Adam had lost his mentor, his grandfather who had given him his first paintbrush and his first canvas. He could paint no more until he found the reason behind his grandfather’s suicide.

It became a novel about creativity and the loss of creativity. It became as novel about family and the need for family. Somewhere along the way I will set the story down. One day, maybe in the next year or so, I will pick the story back up and finish it. Maybe for the Nanowrimo this year. The Prologue to the Novel, Adams at the window, I posted sometime ago. I just need to gather myself up and get myself in tune emotionally with the work.