During a time of so much negativity about Dublin and all the problems it faces, this is a truly gorgeous film that reminds us why we love it. People of all ages, races, occupations and backgrounds sharing a beautiful neighborhood. A gorgeous poem and a truly uplifting musical score. Art brings us together. An mhaith ♥️

Maith thú, a Stiobháin!

one of my favorites from See No Evil

Absolutely brilliant my friend

Go maith, a Stiofan!

Saw this in school

Beautiful

Love it pal

I love this poem deeply, and the narrator absolutely nails it. And I keep coming back here when I’m homesick. Dub, 5,000 miles from home. I just played this for my kid, and he loved it too.

❤ i haven't heard anything as good as this in a very long time well done lads

amazing rendition. Thank you

Romantic Ireland, isn't dead and gone, it's alive and well its in my heart....I love William Butler Yeats as well and this rendition is absolutely beautiful, Go riabh maith agat.

Put on this video by accident and I was pleasantly surprised how beautiful and haunting.

beautiful. and my favourite place in Ireland.

Amazingly i just wrote a poem inspired by the death of Michael furey five minutes before I found this.

This expresses a thought I've been having for a long time. Language is one of the most powerful cultural identifiers we have. It keeps us connected to each other, to our ancestors, to our stories and our histories. Thus, the deliberate destruction of language is one of the most powerful tools of subjugation and assimilation a colonising power wields over another culture. As an Australian, one of the first things we did to our first nations people was strip away their language. Well, after we decided that wholesale murdering them all was altogether too much effort. We stole their children, took their language, and along with it their most important link to their ancestry and culture. I saw the same methods used against the Pueblos of New Mexico at their cultural museum. First, you take their children: their future. Then you take their language--their present. Then, you watch as their ability to connect with their past erodes away.

Just followed a link on Reddit. This was very powerful. Can’t wait to show my wife

Absolutely brillant stuff!

Damn this is powerful ! I wish I'd found ya years ago , your talented af brother 🤘 Thank you......

❤️‍🔥

Thank you. You make us realize our need to be ourselves, to be true to ourselves, to be authentic. Thank you 🙏

Love it Stephen. Going to see you on Friday 8th April in Pepper Canister Church, mount st. Dublin. Can’t wait…I need this!

I love these words

Wonderful.

wonderful

Hi. Excellent. What camera was used to shoot it?

A version with only the singing and guitar would be class

Lovely tribute dude. Mhaith tú

Nice work dude

Beautiful!👏

Merry Christmas to you as well. May the turning of the calendar find us each in a better world both internal and external. Cheers....

Me! I would want to listen. I am listening. And I will continue to listen. Thank you.

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bravo Stephen ... warms = write assessing recite memorising significations

bravo Stephen ... warms = write assessing recite memorising significations

You do the best poem ever written on this city proud. So well delivered and ideal footage. Excellent.

Dreadful

Where can I get the words for this? Impossible to find on the Internet.

Great stuff Stephen. I could hear influences from Bob, Damo and Enda in that but ultimately you made it your own 👌👌👌

Nothing better than listening to someone sing a song that they love. Thanks for feeling the fear Stephen. If you're open to requests play Solid Air by John Martyn next!

Maith thú Stiofán! It's a jam!

I would love to see you and glen do a song together. Well done on getting out of your comfort zone. Respect.

Lethal stuff Steve!

Very soothing, thank you

Lovely stuff Stephen, you meant every word of that. Looking forward to more. Cheers Seán

<3 <3 <3 Magical

A man goes to the coast of an island to be alone. He has gone as far as he can, for now. It’s called retreat. A great distance is not always far enough, when the mind is as restless as the ocean you’re sleeping beside. This man in seeking solitude and in doing so has brought the loneliness into his own heart. Sure he knew this would be the way of it, but he still put one foot in front of the other. You’ve to face it sometimes learn... The barren landscape has seen worse, he reminds himself of the continued struggle and erosion that is life. He thinks that's a cliched metaphor, a famine village is deserving of more. He looks out at the ocean all too often, The primal part in him wanting to rage in the deep blue. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day and around the table he was told a tragic love story of a man, who after he buried his love, climbed to the top of Bolus Head and through himself to the depths. After this story, the man made the same trek. It would be so easy to climb the rock walls, pass by the sheep in the fields, and dive never submitting, but knowing it's a fight never to be won once submerged. There’s something honest in that though he thinks, is there? Never submitting. Those rocks are patient hunters, how much violence have they caused by simple stillness. Then birdsong called through the air, like so many times, it has called him away from a dark edge, like so many times, it is the simple things in his life that save him; fond memories, curiosity, he could have sworn he saw the Fibonacci Sequence in a spider web earlier, this reminded him. Those rocks can wait for now. Instead he’ll walk into the wind, which numbed his face yesterday, while a warm heart pounds on beneath all the layers. You can go so far and it’s never enough. You can learn to be still and it’ll come to you. You can think of moving rocks, battling nature, or arranging words in some fashion aiming for legacy. This is redundant. You fucking know this. Leave your ego at this pagan peninsula, echoes of trauma are just that, time for silence. You are here. It’s sunny outside. The man notices the bruise on his knee is fading, the salted air is already healing. Later he’ll eat eggs and light a fire. Later good things will come to pass. He remembers this right now, as he sit still, warming his feet, ready to wander...