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Drinking Tullamore Dew and plain porter in the green wooden pub with

your not so spiritual friends,

Was the best 'shakti-paddy's' you had in years,

Autumn in Amsterdam and heavy rains in Ireland.

We hiked the green hills joking and clowning,

>From behind our porter we sang "Just like a woman",

Laughingly we agreed the world is a mess.

"So what is enlightenment?",

"I don't know, let's have another pint!".

Drinking Tullamore Dew and porter in the pub with your not so spiritual friends,

Discussing Finnegan's Wake and why Jedis do not drink,

You experienced the most authentic hang over wandering the rolling hills.

You tell your not so spiritual friends of how your girlfriend red

Krishnamurti in Madras and got depressed,

And how you climbed Arunachala and got lost in Cochin,

"So what is this Friend?"

"Let's go to that grey old chapel and light a little candle".

Sometimes even a porter filled brain feels the Earth is inside Me.

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, "Ben Hassine" <ben.hassine@x>

wrote:

> Drinking Tullamore Dew and plain porter in the green wooden pub

with your not so spiritual friends,

> Was the best 'shakti-paddy's' you had in years,

> Autumn in Amsterdam and heavy rains in Ireland.

>

> We hiked the green hills joking and clowning,

> From behind our porter we sang "Just like a woman",

> Laughingly we agreed the world is a mess.

>

> "So what is enlightenment?",

> "I don't know, let's have another pint!".

>

> Drinking Tullamore Dew and porter in the pub with your not so

spiritual friends,

> Discussing Finnegan's Wake and why Jedis do not drink,

> You experienced the most authentic hang over wandering the rolling

hills.

>

> You tell your not so spiritual friends of how your girlfriend red

Krishnamurti in Madras and got depressed,

> And how you climbed Arunachala and got lost in Cochin,

> "So what is this Friend?"

> "Let's go to that grey old chapel and light a little candle".

>

> Sometimes even a porter filled brain feels the Earth is inside Me.

 

Dear Ben,

 

I love your poem. It seems that you imbibed the spirit of James

Joyce along with the porter. In 1974 I spent three months studying

in Dublin. Everytime I walked out the door and onto the streets I

felt that I was entering into the pages of Ulysses.

 

While there I wrote a paper about the mystic tradition of the early

Christian hermits who went to live on Ireland's western coast. They

built stone beehive huts, living alone at the world's end as far as

they knew. On that wild and rocky coast, listening to the rough sea

pounding and watching the sun's light shifting on water, they wrote

fantastic poetry, blending Celtic mysticism with early Christian

beliefs. This was before St. Patrick came to Ireland, established

the Roman church and wrecked the whole thing. The stone beehive huts

are still there. I don't have the paper I wrote anymore or any of the

hermits' poems.

 

I remember spending hours doing research in the library at Trinity

College, sitting at a little wooden desk inlaid with a leather

blotter, working under the light of a green shaded brass lamp.

Interesting days, and lonely too. Who in all of Ireland at that time

was interested in spirituality? No one I knew.

 

There were some Hari Krishna's. I used to go to their place and

eat. Sometimes I went to the only Indian restaurant in Dublin just

to imbibe the atmosphere (I probably got food poisoning as well). I

was marking time, trying to please my family by graduating from

university, so that I could return to India with a clear conscience.

Well, long ago and far away. Love, Durga

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, "durga" <durgaji108>

wrote:

Me.

>

> Dear Ben,

>

> I love your poem. It seems that you imbibed the spirit of James

> Joyce along with the porter. In 1974 I spent three months

studying

> in Dublin. Everytime I walked out the door and onto the streets I

> felt that I was entering into the pages of Ulysses.

>

> While there I wrote a paper about the mystic tradition of the

early

> Christian hermits who went to live on Ireland's western coast.

They

> built stone beehive huts, living alone at the world's end as far

as

> they knew. On that wild and rocky coast, listening to the rough

sea

> pounding and watching the sun's light shifting on water, they

wrote

> fantastic poetry, blending Celtic mysticism with early Christian

> beliefs. This was before St. Patrick came to Ireland, established

> the Roman church and wrecked the whole thing. The stone beehive

huts

> are still there. I don't have the paper I wrote anymore or any of

the

> hermits' poems.

>

> I remember spending hours doing research in the library at Trinity

> College, sitting at a little wooden desk inlaid with a leather

> blotter, working under the light of a green shaded brass lamp.

> Interesting days, and lonely too. Who in all of Ireland at that

time

> was interested in spirituality? No one I knew.

>

> There were some Hari Krishna's. I used to go to their place and

> eat. Sometimes I went to the only Indian restaurant in Dublin

just

> to imbibe the atmosphere (I probably got food poisoning as

well). I

> was marking time, trying to please my family by graduating from

> university, so that I could return to India with a clear

conscience.

> Well, long ago and far away. Love, Durga

 

Namaste,

 

Yes Ireland is the new EU success story GDP $40,000+, as opposed to

US of in the $30,000s. Not helping spirituality much though. Young

people don't practise religon or spirituality of any kind it seems.

I was in Trinity in last November, great library Book of Kells etc,

still very international. They even have chinese and curry houses in

the smaller towns everywhere now. Even Dundalk where my mother and

sister live. Although my father was a Dublin man through and through.

 

St Patrick or Succat Magonis didn't bring Roman Christianity to

Ireland he came from Britain and brought a Celtic type. The Roman

type didn't come in until after the Synod of Whitby, about 700 A.D.

Colum Cille and the other Monks were all of the Celtic type and were

essentially a Druid/Christian mix. In fact one could argue the

transformation wasn't complete until the founding of Maynooth by the

British for Priests running away from the French Revolution.

 

I see at the end of his month there is no smoking in pubs or public

places. With regard to drink, the stats show more wine drinkers

these days, indicating more of the middle class touch and yearly

holidays in the Canaries etc.

 

My favourite pub was Brendan Behan's O'Donaghues, when I used to

drink. There is a lot of traditional music played there or used to

be pipes, fiddles, bodhrans etc..........ONS...Tony

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, "Tony OClery" <aoclery>

wrote:

> , "durga" <durgaji108>

> wrote:

> Me.

> >

> > Dear Ben,

> >

> > I love your poem. It seems that you imbibed the spirit of James

> > Joyce along with the porter. In 1974 I spent three months

> studying

> > in Dublin. Everytime I walked out the door and onto the streets

I

> > felt that I was entering into the pages of Ulysses.

> >

> > While there I wrote a paper about the mystic tradition of the

> early

> > Christian hermits who went to live on Ireland's western coast.

> They

> > built stone beehive huts, living alone at the world's end as far

> as

> > they knew. On that wild and rocky coast, listening to the rough

> sea

> > pounding and watching the sun's light shifting on water, they

> wrote

> > fantastic poetry, blending Celtic mysticism with early Christian

> > beliefs. This was before St. Patrick came to Ireland,

established

> > the Roman church and wrecked the whole thing. The stone beehive

> huts

> > are still there. I don't have the paper I wrote anymore or any of

> the

> > hermits' poems.

> >

> > I remember spending hours doing research in the library at

Trinity

> > College, sitting at a little wooden desk inlaid with a leather

> > blotter, working under the light of a green shaded brass lamp.

> > Interesting days, and lonely too. Who in all of Ireland at that

> time

> > was interested in spirituality? No one I knew.

> >

> > There were some Hari Krishna's. I used to go to their place and

> > eat. Sometimes I went to the only Indian restaurant in Dublin

> just

> > to imbibe the atmosphere (I probably got food poisoning as

> well). I

> > was marking time, trying to please my family by graduating from

> > university, so that I could return to India with a clear

> conscience.

> > Well, long ago and far away. Love, Durga

>

> Namaste,

>

> Yes Ireland is the new EU success story GDP $40,000+, as opposed to

> US of in the $30,000s. Not helping spirituality much though. Young

> people don't practise religon or spirituality of any kind it seems.

> I was in Trinity in last November, great library Book of Kells etc,

> still very international. They even have chinese and curry houses

in

> the smaller towns everywhere now. Even Dundalk where my mother and

> sister live. Although my father was a Dublin man through and

through.

>

> St Patrick or Succat Magonis didn't bring Roman Christianity to

> Ireland he came from Britain and brought a Celtic type. The Roman

> type didn't come in until after the Synod of Whitby, about 700 A.D.

> Colum Cille and the other Monks were all of the Celtic type and

were

> essentially a Druid/Christian mix. In fact one could argue the

> transformation wasn't complete until the founding of Maynooth by

the

> British for Priests running away from the French Revolution.

>

> I see at the end of his month there is no smoking in pubs or public

> places. With regard to drink, the stats show more wine drinkers

> these days, indicating more of the middle class touch and yearly

> holidays in the Canaries etc.

>

> My favourite pub was Brendan Behan's O'Donaghues, when I used to

> drink. There is a lot of traditional music played there or used to

> be pipes, fiddles, bodhrans etc..........ONS...Tony

 

Hi Tony,

 

I didn't drink when I was there, or frequent pubs. I was even a

vegetarian, all of which the Irish found most perplexing.

 

I loved the Irish people and the beautiful landscape, especially the

west coast which was magical. Thanks for your historical corrections.

 

Do you know any of the poetry from the beehive hut hermits?

 

Best wishes, Durga

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, "durga" be pipes,

fiddles, bodhrans etc..........ONS...Tony

>

> Hi Tony,

>

> I didn't drink when I was there, or frequent pubs. I was even a

> vegetarian, all of which the Irish found most perplexing.

>

> I loved the Irish people and the beautiful landscape, especially

the

> west coast which was magical. Thanks for your historical

corrections.

>

> Do you know any of the poetry from the beehive hut hermits?

>

> Best wishes, Durga

 

Namaste,

 

Yes there are a few veges in Ireland now, but not too many. I have

to be careful if I eat out on my visits. Of course there is vege

pizza on O'Connel street these days, and Indian restaurants.

Yes the wild cliffs of the West are lovely. Sorry I don't know the

poetry from the beehive huts...........ONS..Tony

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