A Green Desert Father Vol.9 - Long Forgotten Ancestry
In March 2013, Richard Mc Sweeney, a self-originating lyrical philosopher of Éire brought out a 794-paged hardback titled A Green Desert Father having as its subtitle Philosophical converse of an Árd Rí (High King) of Ireland. This contemporary collectable is a chronologically compiled anthology dating from January 2011 to February 2013 of original narratives, poems, fictional dialogues, and scenic photographs. It boldly addresses several universal themes such as love, freedom, morality, human trafficking, children and spousal abuse, religion, politics, fanaticism, prophecy, cosmology, art, fashion, music, and the esoteric.
There are conversations in it with for instance Anne Boleyn, Steven Frayne (Dynamo), Matthias Stormberger, Michel de Nostredame, Edgar Cayce, Joseph Goebbels, Greta Garbo, Éire (Ireland), Dalai Lama, The Holy Qur’an, Angela Merkel, Edward Leedskalnin, Al-Waleed al-Saud, Richard Dawkins, and Patrick Stewart just to name a few.
Aside from being a cosmopolitan work it is a one of a kind personal social commentary on early 21st century Ireland as it contains over seventy pages devoted exclusively to the author’s historic and courageous bid to become the 9th President of Ireland.
The entire work is being made available exclusively here on Shopify in 13 short volumes. The scenic photographs of the print work are not included.
This 9th volume contains ten make-believe conversations: six with self, and one each with Don Quixote de la Mancha, a trilobite fossil, James Joyce, and Monsignor Georg Gänswein, Private Secretary to Pope Benedict XVI. Each one was inspired and composed simultaneously in one sitting.
Edition: Word document
Font: Garamond 11
Approximate word count: 12,585
“Take the morning n’ turn it about, n’ face it to see
view what the night has just been, n’ tell me
what it is you are beginning to notice see.
I see notice the eve of last night in the distance,
n’ beyond it something like unto the afternoon
of yesterday or of any the many yesterdays do I
perceive, though faded it be beyond the behind.
From where I am in my shuffling forward, you are
a sandstorm in the wake of colliding rock formations.
I don’t understand; much in my understanding is not
letting me to comprehend, even the although
of knowledge once imagined by me it to be.
Albert Einstein taught me that the universe could be
placed in a formula, n’ that being formed from formula
to formulae we can infinitely proceed to know.
Know you what it is the sky?
Know I it to be clouds, blue dome, moon,
sun, planets, stars, n’ galaxies never ending
save at the end of the Great Expansion.
Try n’ again see open your eyes to see what is
right in front of you in the nearest of the blue sky.
There I see nothing save the sky.
Then you have your eyes in fossil mode set.
Unset them n’ you will see.
Oh, my; oh, my what is this; what is that;
what is them; what are those them is are?
Oh, my, so beautiful; so light full; so colours
outside of colours in full spectrum full!
How long; how long have they been here?
At least as long along as I have been here.
And how long along along has that been?
According to your years of uniformed knowledge,
seven hundred n’ seventy-seven million years.
But I thought learnt that your kind where not
in existence before five hundred n’ fifty
to six hundred million years ago.
So is so it is in limited knowledge,
but not is it so in truth knowledge . . .” Star of Dawn Long Story
Check back frequently for Volume 10: Strolling In Byzantium
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