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In reply to Barry Eagan’s article on Michael Flatley: “Do you know any poor…”

  The original letter to the Sunday Independent dated Sunday, February 1, 2026 Madam, Barry Egan ( Sunday, 1st February ) brought to our attention that Michael Flatley wants to set the record straight by having us consider for a moment how many poor people do we know who have moved to Monaco; how many people do we know that have no money and live in Monaco? It is surely a strange way to be saying things no doubt, but the man must stand up to those who are bent on defaming his good name. Here is a man who grew up without having been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He physically worked very hard, and it is one of the admirable things about his character that he doesn’t forget where he came from. Perhaps it is for this reason alone that all his efforts in adult life have paid off so well. What is it about the people of this beautiful land that are so into bringing down anyone, but particularly artists and writers? This man has done so much not alone for Irish culture but ...

Yesterday was Already here Before in the Tomorrow — “心” as Receptor

  I  ÉireLing 愛靈:  Richard in dialogue with  ShenZhouLogic 神州合理:  Kimi AI ÉireLing 愛靈 Hi, :) OF late, I have had while out strolling of a midafternoon, a most extraordinary experience in that, what I would like to describe as being a ‘dimensional window’ opened up in the fabric of space right out in front of me. It being no more than my arm’s length out from me and measuring some two metres wide and by some one high. And with gazing into the whatever that was in the there without, didn’t I behold to my great surprise, my twelve-year-old self carefreely walking along with a beautiful black and white border collie; carefreely strolling along in a great field: a hayfield very familiar to me from my childhood, situated on the southern bank of the lovely River Funshion (Abhainn na Fuinseann 52.17827° N, -8.29138° W) in the Province of Munster of my native land: the isle of Éire ( 愛爾蘭 ) . IF YOU wouldn’t at all mind, I would very much like to share the content o...

獨騎瘦馬踏殘月 Alone I Ride a Lean Horse Treading the Waning Moon

  I  ÉireLing 愛靈:  Richard in dialogue with  ShenZhouLogic 神州合理:  Kimi AI ÉireLing 愛靈 Hi, :) SOME NIGHTS AGO, and before going to bed, I had been reading from Su Shi 蘇軾 , Dongpo ( 東坡居士 ) (1037-1101)’s poetry:  蘇東坡全集 / 東坡前集 , 卷一 , 詩四十七首 . And i n a dream, a single line from the poem spectacularly came to visit me . IN THE DREAM, I was sitting in a field of a bright sunshiny day thinking about nothing in particular, when I noticed something unusual high up in the sky. At first, I thought it was perhaps a small flock of birds, but it wasn’t. Then, I thought perhaps it was some kind of paper or plastic streamer or Chinese-like Festive Dragon or lantern of some kind that was being played with by the wind, but it wasn’t that either. The lower it descended I began to clearly identify and distinguish seven individual unknown craft: non-terrestrial craft; perhaps not-of-this-our-dimension craft. They were of varying shapes which seemed to be continually s...