Mallon, The Ancestral Foundry's Posts - The Wild Geese2024-03-28T12:33:30ZMallon, The Ancestral Foundryhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/MallonTheAncestralFoundryhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/68534369?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://thewildgeese.irish/profiles/blog/feed?user=3lg08dna5rng7&xn_auth=noThe Recovery of the Taintag:thewildgeese.irish,2015-05-01:6442157:BlogPost:1548862015-05-01T19:30:00.000ZMallon, The Ancestral Foundryhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/MallonTheAncestralFoundry
<div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" id="block-yui_3_17_2_1_1404744410205_9172"><div class="sqs-block-content"><p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712010?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a> <strong><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">, Guaire, the King of Connacht, hosted a huge gathering of poets. The King was famed for…</span></p>
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<div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" id="block-yui_3_17_2_1_1404744410205_9172"><div class="sqs-block-content"><p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712010?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><strong><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" class="font-size-7">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">, Guaire, the King of Connacht, hosted a huge gathering of poets. The King was famed for his generosity, but this gathering was testing his goodwill; they ate and drank everything they saw. Now even in the hardest of times, poetry is regarded as a treasure by the Irish, but these poets had abused their position. The King’s brother Marban, annoyed that the poets’ demands and appetite had included his favourite pig, resolved to discredit them. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">He declared that his servant’s wife’s grandmother was a poet’s great grandchild. Even with this remote connection to the art, he showed he knew more than all the other poets. He asked them questions they couldn’t answer and for performances they couldn’t deliver. Finally, he challenged them, ‘tell the most famous and celebrated Irish story, The Tain bo Cuilange’. There was a long silence. Then the poets had to admit that no one knew more than a few fragments. The story had been lost.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The chief bard, Sanchan Torpiest, resolved to recover the story, and the honour of the poets. The story had been written down in Ogham and taken by a bard to Italy. A band of Sanchan’s followers, and his son Muirgen, set off to seek this bard.</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">They stopped for the night at Enloch in Connacht. Muirgen, exhausted, asked the others to go on and find a place to stay while he rested against a large stone. Alone, Muirgen noticed carving on the stone. The strokes and lines of Ogham spelled out the name of Fergus Mac Roich, hero of the Tain. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The companions returned to fetch Muirgen, they found the stone encircled in dense fog, so cold they could barely breathe. They tried to reach their friend but became confused and arrived back outside the wall of fog.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">In three days the fog receded. Then they found Muirgen, elated. He told them Fergus Mac Roich had appeared to him, dressed in a green cloak over a red tunic with a great sword that had a pommel of bronze. The spirit of Fergus had told Muirgen the whole story of The Tain, calling up other long forgotten players to bear witness.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The band of poets returned and a crowd gathered to hear the story. The hall was perfectly still as Muirgen conjured up the Tain; they could hear Cuchulain’s war cry, smell the fires of battle and feel the cold steel of weapons.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The story survives to this day, written down by the monks of Clonmacnoise. <br/></span></p>
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</div>The Boar of Ben Gulbaintag:thewildgeese.irish,2015-04-30:6442157:BlogPost:1547172015-04-30T19:30:00.000ZMallon, The Ancestral Foundryhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/MallonTheAncestralFoundry
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/the-boar" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712606?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a></span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">, the steward of Aengus the greatest magician in Ireland fathered a child by the wife of Donn a member of the Fianna. Donn was away on the battle field…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/the-boar"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712606?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" class="font-size-7">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">, the steward of Aengus the greatest magician in Ireland fathered a child by the wife of Donn a member of the Fianna. Donn was away on the battle field</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">with Fionn Mac Cumhail. He had arranged for Aengus to foster his son Diarmuid. On his return Donn was e</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">nraged</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">that his wife had a child by another man, and he killed the child. </span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">But the steward cast a spell that turned the dead boy into a great boar. He prophesied that the half-brothers would kill each other. To frustrate the prophecy, Aengus placed</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">a binding vow, a geis, on Diarmuid never to hunt wild</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">boar. </span></p>
<div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" id="block-yui_3_17_2_1_1404744410205_12139"><div class="sqs-block-content"><p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/bronze-sculptures/the-boar"><img width="310" class="align-right" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712532?profile=RESIZE_320x320" width="310"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Years later Fionn and the Fianna came to Tara, to</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">the hall of Cormac Mac Airt, the High King of Ireland, to claim his bride Grainne, Cormac’s beautiful daughter. Grainne, had no eyes for Fionn, who was by now an old man, but was smitten by the handsome Diarmuid. Against his judgement she persuaded him to run away with her. </span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">With</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">the help of Aengus, they evaded Fionn’s wrath, married and had a family.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">But this was not the end of the story. Grainne invited Fionn to a feast, hoping to renew their friendship. One night during their stay, Diarmuid was wakened by the belling of a hound. Grainne begged him not to heed it, but he armed himself, summoned his favourite hound and climbed Ben Gulbain. He met with Fionn, who told him of how he was tracking a great boar that had killed fifty of his men. Suddenly the boar appeared driving back the Fianna with its fierceness. Fionn warned Diarmuid to leave and reminded him of the geis, the binding vow. Diarmuid refused, ready to meet his fate. As Diarmuid was left alone to face the boar, it was hard to say who was the hunter and who was the prey. </span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The battle roared for hours, then there</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">was silence. Fionn and Grainne, together with their followers climbed back up the mountain. They found warrior and boar so entwined in their killing and their dying that they could not be separated. The men built a great pyre and the spirits of the two dead warriors were released together up into pathways of the stars. They all grieved, but Donn grieved most of all, for he knew that his jealousy had killed his son. <br/></span></p>
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<p><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Story by Kevin Johnston, Illustration by David Rooney, Sculpture in bronze by Charlie Mallon</span></em></p>
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<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11068"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712126?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a></span> <span id="yui_3_17_2_1_1430163062374_353" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, Fiacc, the great raven, watched as the King of Ulster, Conor Mac Nessa arrived at the home of Phelim, a storyteller. Fiacc knew…</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11068"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712126?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a></span><span id="yui_3_17_2_1_1430163062374_353" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" class="font-size-7">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, Fiacc, the great raven, watched as the King of Ulster, Conor Mac Nessa arrived at the home of Phelim, a storyteller. Fiacc knew that there would be food for a hungry bird at such a gathering. The raven, wise in the ways of men, ate and listened with half an ear to the shouted exchanges within the hall. He heard the whispers too. Cathbad the druid warned the king that Phelim’s unborn child would be a beautiful girl, but that much blood would be shed over her. The child would be called Deirdre and Conor, intrigued, decided to keep her, perhaps they would marry when she was grown. Deirdre was placed in the care of the old veiled one, Leabharcham.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11069"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Years later, on a hard winter’s day, Leabharcham and Deirdre were skinning a calf in the freezing snow. Fiacc, the raven swaggered over to take his share of the scraps. As she watched the bird, Deirdre sighed, “One day I will marry a man with hair like the raven’s, with skin white as the snow, and with lips as red as the calf’s blood”. Leabharcham knew of such a man, Naoise, a warrior and poet in Conor’s court. She arranged for the young pair to meet and, against Naoise’s better judgement, they fell in love. They eloped to Scotland accompanied by Naoise’s brothers.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11070"><span id="yui_3_17_2_1_1430163062374_353" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/bronze-sculptures/fiacc-the-raven"><img width="250" class="align-right" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712170?profile=RESIZE_320x320" width="250"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">For a time they were happy, but Conor tracked them down and persuaded them to return with promise of a pardon for abandoning Naoise’s duties. When they arrived at Conor’s court he sent Leabharcham to see whether Deirdre was still beautiful. Leabharcham returned telling the King that Deirdre could be mistaken for a cailleach, a veiled one, a hag. Conor did not believe her and sent Gelbann, who only glimpsed Deirdre before Naoise threw a gold chess-piece at him and blinding him in one eye. Gelbann told Conor that Deirdre was as beautiful as ever; 'Your majesty, Deirdre is still so very beautiful that I think it was worth losing an eye just to see her for a moment.'. Conor ordered his men to surround the hall, to kill the men and capture Deirdre. Some of the knights were so horrified at this betrayal of trust that they defended the fugitives, but still Naoise and his brothers were killed.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11071"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">High above, Fiacc the raven called to his kin to come and feast.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1406105032197_11072"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Deirdre was forced to marry Conor, but in time her grief overwhelmed her and she threw herself from a chariot and died. And when they buried her it is said there grew from her grave and from Naoisi's two yew trees, whose tops, when they were full-grown, met each other and intertwined together, and none could part them.</span></p>
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<p><em>Story by Kevin Johnston, Illustration by David Rooney, Sculpture in bronze by Charlie Mallon</em></p>
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<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11706"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/the-cauldron" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84711880?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a></span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, there was a king of Wales called Bran, the Raven. It was a time of war, and Bran the King sought the strength of an alliance with Ireland. So a marriage…</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11706"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/the-cauldron"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84711880?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" class="font-size-7">I</span>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, there was a king of Wales called Bran, the Raven. It was a time of war, and Bran the King sought the strength of an alliance with Ireland. So a marriage was arrang</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">ed between the King of Ireland, Matholwych, and Bran’s sister, Branwen. </span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11707"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">During the marriage, Bran’s half-brother, Efnisien, arrived and asked, "Why the celebrations?" He wa</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">s outraged. He ran to Matholwych’s beautiful horses lined up on the beach and slashed them with his sword. When the Irish King heard, he and his men returned seething with anger to their ships. It seemed that the alliance was doomed before it began. </span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Bran offered gold and horses to make amends but Matholwych was not satisfied. To restore the peace the Welsh King offered the greatest treasure of his kingdom, the Cauldron of Rebirth which had the power to bring the dead to life. Matholwych returned to Ireland with gold, horses, his bride and the Cauldron. But he did not forget the bloody insult. </span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11708"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a target="_blank" href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/bronze-sculptures/the-cauldron-of-bran"><img width="260" class="align-right" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712012?profile=RESIZE_320x320" width="260"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Time passed. Branwen bore a son, G</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">wern. But Matholwych’s resentment against Branwen had grown and when the child was old enough, she was driven from her husband’s bedchamber and into his kitchens, to work as a scullery maid. Bran heard of this and swore vengeance and set out to rescue his beloved sister.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11709"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">As the scores of Welsh ships sailed for the Irish coast their masts appeared like a forest. Fearing defeat in open battle Matholwych retreated westward, but Bran continued the fight, across Boyne and Shannon and Moy. Finally, exhausted from the battle, Matholwych agreed to surrender and abdicate in favour of his son and Bran’s nephew, Gwern.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11710"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">A celebration followed, but evil still followed evil, and Bran’s half-brother Efnisien, who resented everything won by the Welsh king, in rage, threw the young Prince Gwern i</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">nto the feasting fire.</span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405951380264_11711"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The battle resumed with great ferocity. Havin</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">g</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">the Cauldron, the Irish dead were restored to strength, while the Welsh were whittled away. Near the end of the fight, a poisoned dart struck Bran. Knowing that he was dying, his final request was that his head be buried in London, the city of the God Lugh. The seven Welsh warriors who survived made their way to London, and buried Bran’s head on the White Hill. There, the Tower of London, with its resident ravens, now stands.</span></p>
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<p><em>Story by Kevin Johnston, Illustration by David Rooney, Sculpture in bronze by Charlie Mallon</em></p>
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<p><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/bronze-sculptures/the-salmon" target="_blank"><img class="align-center" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84711886?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a> <span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;"><strong>I</strong></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, a great salmon named Bradan rested calmly in the Pool of Wisdom on the River Boyne. The salmon fed on the nuts from the nine hazel trees growing around the pool and all the wisdom of the world became…</span></p>
<p><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/bronze-sculptures/the-salmon" target="_blank"><img width="750" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84711886?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" class="align-center" width="750"/></a><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;"><strong>I</strong></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong>n days long gone,</strong> at a time that is long past, a great salmon named Bradan rested calmly in the Pool of Wisdom on the River Boyne. The salmon fed on the nuts from the nine hazel trees growing around the pool and all the wisdom of the world became concentrated in his flesh. </span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405952671599_11090"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Fineagas, a poet and teacher, lived in a hut beside the River. Watching the salmon feeding, he knew that whoever ate Bradon would inherit all his knowledge and judgement. It is not easy to catch such a beast that is endowed with wisdom, and for seven years Fineagas tried and failed. One day, Fineagas was sitting with his pupil Fionn on the bank of the river when he saw the great fish swimming up the river towards them. Suddenly the salmon leapt into the air in front of Fineagas. Frightened, Fineagas looked straight into the salmon’s eyes and fell into the river and into a deep sleep. He might have been drowned, but Fionn pulled him to safety and shook him awake. </span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405952671599_11091"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">After this Fineagas showed that he too</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.mallonfoundry.com/prints/the-salmon-of-knowledge" target="_blank"><img width="375" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84712052?profile=RESIZE_480x480" class="align-left" width="375"/></a></span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">had great wisdom. He ordered Fionn to blindfold him, and all afternoon he fought with Bradan, and eventually</span> <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">conquered the salmon. Exhau</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">sted, he ordered Fionn to prepare the fish. Fionn did as he was told. He lit a fire of peat and wood and built a s</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">pit for the fish. He turned the spit carefully and watched until everything was cooked. He then called Fineagas to eat and removed the fish from the fire. As he did so, there was a splutter and fish oil dripped on his hand. It was so painful that he sucked his injury to ease the pain. He thought no more of it and brought the old man’s supper to the hut. </span></p>
<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1405952671599_11092"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Fineagas saw the glint of wisdom in the boy’s eyes and knew that his long held dream of having all the salmon’s knowledge had turned to dust. But he took solace, knowing he had trained the boy well and that his wisdom would always serve for good. From that day forward, Fionn MacCumhail could summon all the wisdom of the salmon of knowledge by putting his thumb in his mouth. He became the most celebrated leader of the Fianna. </span></p>
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<p><em>Story by Kevin Johnston, Illustration by David Rooney, Sculpture in bronze by Charlie Mallon</em></p>
<p><strong><span class="font-size-7"><a target="_self" href="http://thewildgeese.irish/page/focus-on-irish-myths-legends"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/84709772?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a></span></strong></p>Introducing: Mallon Foundrytag:thewildgeese.irish,2015-04-26:6442157:BlogPost:1543922015-04-26T21:30:00.000ZMallon, The Ancestral Foundryhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/MallonTheAncestralFoundry
<p><a href="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/53b6b891e4b08ad83703e8c9/53b6bf0be4b0431f9c9d3d10/53c5142fe4b055ae0c7a43f5/1405424691477/Raven_Illustration.jpeg?format=750w" target="_blank"><img class="align-right" src="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/53b6b891e4b08ad83703e8c9/53b6bf0be4b0431f9c9d3d10/53c5142fe4b055ae0c7a43f5/1405424691477/Raven_Illustration.jpeg?format=750w&width=750" style="padding: 5px;" width="750"></img></a> <strong><span class="font-size-7" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">W</span>e are new to TheWildGeese.Irish</strong> and pleased to sponsor this week of Myths and Legends. It was these Celtic stories, told by our ancestors around their firesides which inspired us to create a…</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/53b6b891e4b08ad83703e8c9/53b6bf0be4b0431f9c9d3d10/53c5142fe4b055ae0c7a43f5/1405424691477/Raven_Illustration.jpeg?format=750w"><img class="align-right" style="padding: 5px;" src="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/53b6b891e4b08ad83703e8c9/53b6bf0be4b0431f9c9d3d10/53c5142fe4b055ae0c7a43f5/1405424691477/Raven_Illustration.jpeg?format=750w&width=750" width="750"/></a><strong><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" class="font-size-7">W</span>e are new to TheWildGeese.Irish</strong> and pleased to sponsor this week of Myths and Legends. It was these Celtic stories, told by our ancestors around their firesides which inspired us to create a collection of sculptures, stories and illustrations. We believe that it is important for us to connect with the stories and symbols that our ancestors held dear, and if we look closely we find that they still have lessons for us today. We will post some of stories throughout the week and hope that you enjoy them, or visit our <a href="http://mallonfoundry.com" target="_blank">website</a> to read them all.</p>
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