Léirmheas ar shaothar aistrithe
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Seo a leanas roinnt léirmheasanna a rinneadh ar Exiles
These books have been on the market for some time, and have already been noticed by An Claidheamh Soluis. Our reason for referring to them again is that they afford convenient pegs on which to hang certain remarks we are anxious to make on the subject of Irish prose.
Aistriúchán ar dhráma ón mBéarla: "The Lad from Largymore" le Séamus Mac Maghnus
It takes a true crafter of language such as Rosenstock to comprehend the intimate nature of words and all their quirks, vagaries, and emotions.
Aistritheoir: An tAthair Peadar Ó Laoghaire Léirmheastóir: Gan Ainm (Seán Mac Giollarnáth (Eag.)?) Foilsíodh an léirmheas seo in An Claidheamh Soluis, 1914.
Aistritheoirí: Cormac Ó Cadhla, Seán Tóibín agus ‘An Seabhac’ Foilsitheoir: Cualacht Bhreanainn Léirmheastóir: Seán Mac Giollarnáth Foilsíodh an léirmheas seo in Misneach, 1920.
Aistritheoir: Louis de Paor agus Lochlainn Ó TuairisgFoilsitheoir: Dalkey Archive Press Léirmheastóir: Eileen Battersby Foilsíodh an léirmheas seo cheana in The Irish Times The Key/An Eochair, by Máirtín Ó Cadhain: Frenetic satire with linguistic flair. Sixty-year-old absurdist comedy in the Civil Service remains as fresh as ever ‘J was a paperkeeper.” The first sentence of Máirtín Ó Cadhain’s hilarious novella is a satiric statement of intent; J’s function is revealed but not his name. It is an opening gambit that could have come from the pages of the 19th-century Russian master Nikolai…
Aistritheoir: Ciarán CarsonFoilsitheoir: Gallery Press Léirmheastóir: David WheatleyFoilsíodh an léirmheas seo cheana in The Guardian, an 10 Meán Fómhair 2005 Speaking a minority language can be like a form of inverted Tourette’s: you can be as obscene as you want and most people won’t even notice. In his poem “I’r Iaith A’i Chaneuon”, Ian Duhig is pestered by a Welsh pub bore to say something in Irish. He obliges with an “Irish prayer about a Welsh king”: “Beautiful, it sounds quite beautiful”, the Welshman coos as Duhig recites a malediction…