A Cry From Heaven and the Return to Howth
Mood:  lyrical
What a night! We went to the Abbey Theatre last night to see A Cry From Heaven. It was spectacular, if a wee bit long (3 hrs). The Abbey Theatre was founded in the early 1900s by W.B. Yeats, Lady Gregory and another guy whose name escapes me at the moment. :P It was started as a part of the Irish Literary Theatre to promote Irish plays and writing in Ireland. There was theatre back in the day, but they were imported companies doing imported plays. This was all part of the Celtic Revival of the early 1900s. See, I AM learning!!

Anyway, A Cry From Heaven takes place in Ulster, which is in the north for those ignoramuses out there, and concerns an omen/prophecy that is read the night our heroine, Deidre, is born. It is a tale of love, passion, madness and revenge. Very cool. The omens read the night Deidre is born fortell of the fall of the House of Ulster and the King, Conner, and they allegedly say that Deidre is all to blame for it. Typical.

The acting was well done, but the scene changes were, I thought, a bit clumsy and overdone at times. That's what happens when you have a French director I guess.

I took the DART back up to Howth today and this time I remembered the flippin camera! Yeah me.

I got some pictures of that island just off the coast, which I'm not so sure anymore if it's Ireland's Eye or not. But it is still pretty cool. After walking out onto the Pier again, I trekked up the hills and took quiet a long walk around the village of Howth. The more I saw of the village, the more I fell in love with it.

I managed to get a picture of the Abbey that's there. Ruins now, but the graveyard is still in use. I was brave enough to take pictures from up above it, but not so much as too enter the Abbey as some Norwegian tourists did. I just felt that it was a bit disrespectful.

I also saw their monument to those who were lost at see. It's this great Celtic Cross standing on a rock with a giant anchor and chain sort of leaning against the base of the Cross. Very impressive and moving. Plaques with names are set evenly around the base, commemorating those who are lost, but not forgotten.

Not sure what I'm going to be doing the rest of the day. Maybe just wander around Grafton Street. I do have to make another trip to the bookstore for some more books for class, but I'll try and restrain myself this time.

Until later!!