Bás Gan Sagart
by Rody Gorman
That is just sick, Moling’s swineherd,
You’ve done a selfish violent deed,
Pity anyone who by his strength would kill
The king, the saint, the fool for Christ’s sake.
You’ll get your comeuppance
And in the end a bás gan sagart,
Demons will possess your soul
And beasts and serpents and insects take your corpse.
The self-same place in heaven
Will be there for him and for me, man,
At Friday fasting, psalms will be sung
For the soul of the true guest.
He was every inch of him a king,
He was a madman, pure and complete,
There’s his resting-place lit bright,
The pity of it has broken my heart.
| Extract from forthcoming Sweeney: an intertonguing by Rody Gorman | |
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Rody Gorman’s Sweeney, An Intertonguing is published this spring by Francis Boutle Publishers. The work is multilingual version of Buile Shuibhne, in English, Irish, Scottish and Manx Gaelic with lingua gadelica, phonemic pieces and round-trip translations. Pre-publication reactions to the work have been full of praise, with words such as ‘extraordinary’, ‘masterpiece’ and ‘magnificent’ used by more than one eminent commentator. Ed. | |
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