. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Eavan BolandRead
I had studied Irish history. I had read speeches from the dock. I had tried to fuse the vivid past of my nation with the lost spaces of my childhood. I had learned the battles, the ballads, the defeats. It never occurred to me that eventually the power and insistence of a national tradition would offer me only a new way of not belonging.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the struggle of reconciling personal identity with national heritage.
Eavan Boland explores the complex relationship between one's national identity and personal belonging. While studying Irish history and its rich cultural legacy, she realizes that this connection can sometimes lead to a sense of alienation rather than inclusion, highlighting the paradox of national tradition and the individual's search for belonging in that context.
In practice
During a lecture on cultural identity, I quoted Boland to illustrate the tension between personal and national narratives.
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life.
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
There is nothing settled about a poet's identity. The becoming doesn't stop because the being has been achieved. They proceed together, attached in ways that are hard to be exact about.
If a poet does not tell the truth about time, his or her work will not survive it. Past or present, there is a human dimension to time, human voices within it, and human griefs ordained by it.
Our present will become the past of other men and women. We depend on them to remember it with the complexity with which it was suffered. As others, once, depended on us.
It struck me, sharp and hard, that I had been given so many chances to save my soul that my entire life had been constructed around these chances! That was my nature - going from temptation to temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.
The instability of our laws is really an immense evil. I think it would be well to provide in our constitutions that there shall always be a twelve-month between the ingross-ing a bill & passing it: that it should then be offered to its passage without changing a word: and that if circum-stances should be thought to require a speedier passage, it should take two thirds of both houses instead of a bare majority.
You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
Some racists still reject the plain testimony written in the DNA that all the races are not only human but nearly indistinguishable. . . .
For me Christ was not to be bought for thirty pieces of silver but with my heart's blood. We buy not cheap in this market.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
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