excited to finally publish the game i've spent the past few months steadily working on. it started off as a small project and ended up growing much bigger.
'Explore an abandoned underground city and find out what lies within its ruins.
You are Fareye, the leader of a group of adventurers tasked with exploring the famous ruined city of Elysis as penance for a heist gone wrong. What happened to this city, the reason for its abandonment, is a mystery. One that you will soon solve. Traverse through these ancient ruins with your party and discover what lurks within the shadows as you journey deeper and deeper beneath the earth.'
Brigid of the Forge | Draíocht
If anyone wants to know how the final months of my phd are going, I spent five hours yesterday evening listening to Dies Irae on repeat while translating and cross-comparing nineteenth century translations of early modern Irish texts just to adjust A SINGLE SENTENCE in my thesis.
So pleased to have a poem in this beautiful anthology, and what a fantastic launch night it was in O'Connell House last Friday eve!
Nobody prepares you for the sheer horror that is the last month of your PhD
Loved having the opportunity to speak about Dante Gabriel Rossetti's influence on Katharine Tynan's work at the Rossettis: In Relation conference held at the Tate Britain last week! Go check out the fantastic exhibition 'The Rossettis: Radical Romantics' which runs until the 24th of September 2023.
I
To them I am the brute not the lover
The raging king’s hound, his gold spear – death’s kiss
Was this the way, was there no other?
II
History, prayèrs did try to cover –
Those violent delights, and that violent bliss
- To them I am the brute not the lover.
III
Yet, if time would but only uncover
Those extra curves of your smiles that they miss – I miss.
Was this the way – was there no other?
IV
If the Prince of Troy did not hover over
My mind and your ghost – in debt to the Styx –
To them I am the brute not the lover!
V
They forget romeo, the pre-mover;
Was it for this you died, was it for this?
Alas, I am the brute. Not your lover.
Was this the way? Was there no other?
"Achilles" by Sadbh Kellett. First published in The Attic XX, 2017.
Brigid of Spring | Draíocht
“September came in with golden days and silver nights,”
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
I just know the Book of Leinster/Recension II scribe was the Jenny Joyce of the twelfth century
Irish writer and academic. Sí/í. Literary agent ~ Sabhbh Curran, Curtis Brown Books
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