#donnal

Dè sfinge de simeant ’s alman bhuail foscailte an clagann ’s dh’ithe an eauchaill ’s meanma?

Molech!  Ònrachd! Sal!  Gràine!  Smùr agus do-ruisgin dolaran!  Clann a’ sgreadail fon staidhrichean!  Balich ag ochanaich ann an armailtean!  Bodaich a’ caoineadh sa phàircean!

Molech! Molech! Trom-laighe Moleich!  Molech gun gaol!  Molech inntinneil!  Molech, am britheamh trom de fir!

Molech, a’ ghanntair do-thugsinn!  Molech, an toll-bùtha cnàmhan sgapte gun anam ’s dàil bròin.  Molech, ’s e breith anns a thogalaichean!  Molech, a’ chlach bhlàir mhor! Molech, na righaltasan sa tuaineal!

Molech, aig a bheil inntinn de innealradg fìor-ghlan!  Molech, aig a bheil fuil de airgead bàreaidheach!  Molech, aig a bheil chorragan de deich airmailt!  Molech, le dainamo duin-itheach anns an asgail!  Molech, aig a bheil cluasan de tunga smùidreach!  

Molech, ’s e a shùilean mìle uinneagan dall!  Molech, a seasaidh a thuir sa sraidean cho Iehòbhahan dìlinn!  Molech, bruadailidh ’s gròcaidh a fhactaraidhean sa cheò!  Molech, a crùnnaidh a stacan-shimilearan ’s iadhairean a’ chathraichean!

Molech, ’s e a ghaol ola ’s onn gun ceal!  Molech, ’s e anam dealan ’s bancaichean! Molech, ’s e a bhochdanas an t-uabhas sàr-chomaic!  Molech, ’s e a dhàn sgòth de hàidhdreaidean gun feis!  Molech, a tha ainm anns an t-inntinn!

Molech, ann an suidheas mi ònaranach!  Molech, ann a dh'aislingeas mi aingleananns!  Craicte sa Molech!  Bod-itheadair sa Molech!  Cion-gaol gun fhear ann an Molech!  

Molech, a do dh’inntrig m’anam gu moch!  Molech, 's ann annsan a tha mi nam aigne gun chorp!  Molech, a sgànraich mi às mo mhire dùth!  Molech, a bhi mi a’ dìobair!  Dùisg sa Molech!  Solas a’ sruthadh às an speur!  

Molech!  Molech!  Flathaichean ròbot!  Fo-bhaile do-fhaicsinneach!  creatlaich-cilleanan!  ceann-bhailtean dall!  gnìomhachas deamhnaidh!  nàisean aibhseach!  taighean-caothaich do-chìosnaichte!  boid gaireil!  Bomaichean uilebheisteach!  

Bhrisd iad na muin a’ togail Molech do Nèamh!  Cabhsairean, craobhan, rèidiothan, tunnaichean!  a' togail na cathrach do Nèamh a tha ann, agus tha thimcheall sinn!

Seallanan!  manaidhean!  breug-sheallaidhean!  mìorbhailean!  àighean!  rachte a-stan an abhainn Aimeireaganach!

Aislingean!  adhraidh!  soillseachaidhean!  creideamhan!  am bata làn de blaotail thiom!  

Bealaichean!  thar an t-abhainn!  teabaisean ’s ceusaidhean!  Rachte sìos an tuil!  Ailp!  Foillseachaidhean!  Ann-dòchasan!  Ainmh-sgreadan ’s ùthachdan nan deich bhliadhnaichean!  Inntinnean!  Luranaich ùra!  Ginealaichean mearanach!  shìos air na clachan tìme.  

Gàire fìor naofa san t-aibhainn!  Chuala iad uile!  Na sùilean fiadhain!  na èighean naonh!  Fhàg iad soraidh slàn!  Leum iad far a’ mhullach!  do dìomhaireachd!  A’ smèideadh!  A’ toirt dìtheanan!  sìos dhan an abhainn!  a-steach an t-sràid!

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Dàn le Alan Ginsberg Gàidhlig le Còiseam

Donnal’s changes are quick. Flashes of thought and fur and legs-long, bent, clawed or hollow. He is winged. Arching, aching; blinking owl-eyed and keening kestrel long, his back stretching out or shrinking down with a breath. 

No eyes,  no ears can make sense of Kirra Danalustrous weeping in the mud. No mix of limb or scale or strength. No lungs, powerful or small. 

The sound is drenched. He sees her throat work, knows it must hurt as much inside as it does in the air. He is afraid she’ll follow—let the sound drag and twist out of her as far as it can, and let herself come apart in echo and iron and salt. 

He does not know if she can, if she would. Only that he’d follow if she managed it. 

Step back and think for a minute:  how many choices do you think I have?  There are simply not that many general-interest feminist venues that not only have enough commenting traffic to make things reasonably interesting (which rules out Feministe), but also are reasonably safe spaces (or at least are heavily moderated) with respect to discussions of at least one particular subject that happens to affect me personally.  Shakesville is one, and Feministe is another.  I spend far more time at the latter than the former, because the discussions among the commentariat are of greater interest to me.  There aren't too many -- or any -- others.  Also, Melissa did, in fact, do me a favor by signing and promoting something I was involved with a few months ago, and I appreciate her having done so.  I can't believe I'm the only person she's ever helped.  I personally like Aphra Behn and Eastside Kate.  HH is over the top.  The others -- especially the men -- I can barely tell apart.  I realized only recently that Deeky and Paul were different people.

You will notice that I responded and apologized for infelicitous phrasing, without backing down on the substance of what I had said.  And that she sort of backed off, even though I disputed the deepness of my hostility and dismissiveness and scorn.