There's an address, a postcard in the tone,
the foreign rhythm
and that emphasis, that accent on the off-beat
which echoes longing clearly; the picked-up place-music speaks
where you ache to be, with whom.
- from 'Accent', Carolyn Jess-Cooke
It has recently become apparent that when somebody meets me for the first time, it is believed that I am Irish. As lovely as it is to be temporarily honorarily Irish (despite the fact I did once get into an argument with somebody when they were adamant that I was from Cork...), I do love my Scottish roots. I am an Aberdonian by birth and, many will argue, by nature. The above extract is taken from the third and final stanza of Carolyn Jess-Cooke's 'Accent', as published in Inroads. Its final line latches onto the tartan threads of my soul, and weaves them back to their original, unbroken form.
To admit that I've recently faced an increasing longing to be encompassed within the luscious tones of the teuchter tongue would be a mere pinch of the truth. However, when one brings all of my favourite elements into three wonderful days, it would appear that the Celtic harp within my heart begins to chime.
Yes, I'm talking about the tenth annual NEICN conference (Ireland and Scotland: Conflicts and Crosscurrents). The large part of me that supports the Ath-Bheòthachadh na Gaidhlig, or Scottish Gaelic Renaissance, is also a fan of the merging of Ireland and Scotland. From the 9-11th of this month, this was handed to me on a very fine silver platter.
So enlightening were the panel sessions, which saw the delivery of papers on a variety of appropriate topics, that, from day one, I found myself scribbling down an array of notes and ideas. What I would like to exclaim is that, whether or not one was familiar with the topics discussed, the weekend was impossibly inspiring. I've been on a 'writing high' for the last few days, unable to stop my fingers from spilling out (perhaps momentarily incomprehensible!) creative ideas synonymous with my passions.
|The Boy Who Could See Demons, |
Resisting the temptation to dissect for you the entire weekend stage by stage, I would like to, instead, draw upon my three personal highlights. Let's begin with Carolyn Jess-Cooke. Having fallen crazily in love with her writing (a fact that was embarrassingly relayed to the author herself!), it was only natural that I was looking forward to her slot. There's nothing more enthralling than hearing the creator of such a divine piece of writing orally share with an audience some of its wonders. The Boy Who Could See Demons remains an untainted symbol of perfection (und kannst sein auf Deutsch gekauft: Die Psychologin von Carolyn Jess-Cooke!).
The second of the third experiences I'd like to mention is that provided by the wonderful Deirdre O'Byrne. Have you ever before witnessed a dramatic reading of several monologues from Joyce's Ulysses, with the performer donning sensational Molly Bloom attire? It was absolutely marvellous! O'Byrne's mesmeric qualities are extraordinary...
(...and I shall now never stop saying 'pussens'.)
|Professor Cairns Craig|
The dazzling star that guides us into the final of my three highlights is keynote speaker Professor Cairns Craig. Not only is he Glucksman Professor of Irish and Scottish Studies, Professor Craig is also the Director of the University of Aberdeen's Research Institute of Irish and Scottish Studies. Yes, that's right: Aberdeen! As if bringing home to me wasn't good enough, Professor Craig proceeded to mention all Byron, Yeats, and Aberdeen in the same sentence! I know, I couldn't believe it either. Plus, as with the aforementioned two highlights, Professor Craig has one of those voices that could be listened to until the end of time. Sensational!
To be fed with great insight and inspiration is, in itself, a delight. When this is combined with the presence of those that are fascinating and exalted, the icing on the Celtic cake is at its sweetest. My first, and the tenth, NEICN conference has been nothing short of wondrous, an enchanting experience, and now it is time to begin counting down the days to the eleventh...
Go raibh mile maith agat!