join - because I'm a follower of the Flawnt & I love to read & I love Irish coffee. I do swear on the cover of Ulysses that I'll read every entry. As for writing, I'll leave that to Stephen Dedalus to tell me - if he decides - what to say, but I have a feeling it would not be a story. A poem, maybe.
join - because it gives me a great excuse to do research...though whether it be sacred or secular ye will find out anon
i will because Sam and Doug did!
only because (god help me!) i love/have loved irish women
the italian-irish connection, via nyc---o god, don't ask.
well done, sam, doug, meg - leaders of the paddy pack. i swear i always saw the irish in you. it's there if you only look deeply enough. coincidentally, it's also the 1625th birthday of the original paddy, so we must give it all up for him.
doug - research is an excellent argument: perhaps you can share with us what you find out via a lively discussion. or perhaps you only get as far as a dark pre-research guinness - that'll do too.
go gary! i bet that poodle in the picture is really an irish setter: she, too, can drop the drag now and go green. apropos irish women: you can always cross-dress and post to the sex group, too.
that's dylan--the good looking one in the pic?
i have a poem, actually, that i may dust off. no sex, alas--or, wait....
gary - that's james, the generous patron of this challenge (see charter on the right). it's a literary gamble but dylan thomas would've been sacrilege since he's welsh, of course.
no, the DOG is dylan, lol
join - because I knew Patrick (not the saint!)
PS: slán agus beanacht
yeah, so I missed the second "n" in "beannacht"--here it is then
beate, a hundred thousand welcomes to you and the faint memory of patrick - Céad míle fáilte romhat! - actually when i was younger, my craze for all things celtic did turn into an attempt to learn gaelic but my active vocabulary is very, very small. there's barely enough to make it through paddy day.
...because I already did, and besides had this story(unbenownst to meself)occupying a flat off the second-floor landing of my head from the time when I was visiting my friends Sid and Ann in London in 1998 when the IRA was making the city lively and we went to see "Dancing at Lughnasa" in the West End and caught the cab of an Irish driver, and Ann starts asking him what it was like to be Irish in London town while the IRA is making life a little uncomfortable for the residents...so this is what I imagined it was like.
...what it was like then, and what it's like now.
In Binghamton, New York, St. Patrick's Day lasts a week. John Fitzpatrick, if that was his name or I never knew it: Fitzy, was master of opening & closing parades. The men played bagpipes in kilts, knees red in the cold, crossing the bridge at the Susquehanna-Chenango confluence I.M Pei built. Fitzy wound up with double knee replacement. When he perished, prostitutes he'd helped into stable lives attended the funeral. He was my bartender at Fitzy's Irish Pub.
Created for the Fictionaut St. Patrick's Day Challenge.
"Saint Patrick's Day (Irish: Lá ’le Pádraig or Lá Fhéile Pádraig), colloquially St. Paddy's Day or simply Paddy's Day, is an annual feast day which celebrates Saint Patrick (circa AD 385–461), the most commonly recognised of the patron saints of Ireland, and is generally celebrated on 17th of March." (Wikipedia)
THE RULES
* Your story or poem must contain at least one of the words 'Patrick', 'Paddy', 'Irish', 'Dublin', 'Joyce', 'padding', 'pad', 'Padawan', 'patron', 'saint', 'pope', 'spring', clover', 'bloom', 'Guinness', 'green', 'pal', 'Catholic'.
* All pieces are due by 17 March, 11:59 p.m. (your) local time.
* By participating, you pledge allegiance to Irish coffee.
This challenge stands under the patronage of James Joyce, whom I contacted during a séance. (His exact words were: "Does nobody understand?". Very blurry pictures available on demand.)
Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat! Ádh mór ort! Eireann go Brach !
http://www.st-patricks-day.com/This is a public group.
Anyone can see it and join.