My name is Podrigo Tumor and the dialect of Irish that I speak is the monster Irish and

maybe specifically the cork and Kerry Irish and other Irish language speakers around the

country laugh at us because we tend to overemphasize these long vowel sounds.

But that's what I've always loved about poetry, long vowel sounds, create music and listening.

And much and all as initially when I moved up north and people were laughing at the way

I speak Irish I'm not very proud of that and I speak my own dialect with great joy and

engage in happy banter about why I think it's better to over pronounce long vowels.

Today's poem is by the Irish language poet Núliní Gónal.

It's called Kesna Changan and I'll read it in Irish and in English.

Kesna Changan by Núliní Gónal.

Quérum roches their snow and madien Changan.

Fui mar a laig vanina and a glaive van.

I've got fit of foot, the riloga philestrum.

It's pitchamina, it's pick, and quimulta lénahón.

And son E la gâssis, emmasc ni ang yolchach.

It's crégal naman s'ilethev na haón, fechent, nadrish, kathurig on s'rohe, fechent,

dolle vuis on vorig inin arn.

The language issue by Núliní Gónal translated by Paul Maldon.

I place my hope on the water in this little boat of the language.

The way a body might put an infant in a basket of intertwined Irish leaves,

its underside, proofed with bitumen and pitch.

Then set the whole thing down amidst the sedge and bull rushes by the edge of a river,

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