caitlin, lucy, stephany, and i spent most the early after noon walking around dublin and checking out a few sights. checked out the national museum which was both cool and interesting. stumbled upon a really nice park where we ended up singing mulan songs. the oscar wilde house is now the american college dublin and no longer available to the public. very disheartening. we also wandered all over everywhere and wound our way over to the james joyce centre which is temporarily closed. a bit disappointing, but im sure itll be open again soon. positive thinking, yeah? all in all, a very fun day.
but the point of this is id like to mention a place we stumbled upon by pure chance. its the garden of remembrance on the north side of dublin. it has a very long pool of water shaped like a cross surrounded by flowers and nice, plush grass. at the end of the garden, theres steps leading up to an enormous statue. this statue is one of the most intense things ive ever seen. structured over a pool of water, theres three men falling in agony towards the ground. one of them with a hand outstretched towards you. their faces, pain and suffering. several swans fly straight skyward out of their backs. its really a beautiful statue and very striking. its colored very dark with green from the oxidization of metal. the figures are not smooth, but have undulated skin. not excessively, the figures all look distinctly human and classical as far as art form goes. it made an impression on me is what i mean. its hard to say how it made me feel, but i felt something powerful there. the pain of a nation and a people abused and downtrodden. but more than that, i felt something very human there. a connection perhaps. its somewhere i plan on visiting again.
next to the statue, theres a poem engraved into the wall.
We Saw A Vision
In the darkness of despair we saw a vision, We lit the light of hope, And it was not extinguished, In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision, We planted the tree of valour, And it blossomed
In the winter of bondage we saw a vision, We melted the snow of lethargy, And the river of resurrection flowed from it.
We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river, The vision became a reality, Winter became summer, Bondage became freedom, And this we left to you as your inheritance.
O generation of freedom remember us, The generation of the vision.
and this, too, struck me powerful. gives me chills reading it now. the garden is a memorial for all those who gave their lives for irish independence over the centuries. its really beautiful. the garden and grass is very beautiful as far as pure aesthetics go, but the statue transcends that, not like a michelangelo sculpture, rather a human beauty, something melancholic, a bit tarnished, nothing smooth on it, imperfect and flawed, but very impressive and wonderful. perfectly human, which, i think, is the most important kind of beauty.
just really felt like sharing that.