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Cloch

The work, here recorded, was performed in St. Joseph's Church, Clifden, on 24th September 2022, before a live audience. Composed by Máire MacLochlainn. (Stone is such an essential feature and element in the Connemara landscape. I was daunted about writing a text for such an inanimate object. But got me thinking into how much stone figures in our daily life and our culture and built heritage) Stone on stone. Stone on stone. Speckled greys, smudges of black, polka dots of yellows; Spiky, crooked, shaped and misshapen, placed and prodded, perched. Caterpillar walls march hither and thither, borrow stone from sea and field and mountain. Beach stone, wet, slimy, smooth, shiny. Rock, crag, cliff and shingle. Slapped by angry wave and howling winter wind. Gently lapped by rippling summer tide. Church stone, praying to the open sky, recalling ancient rite. Pebble –counted litanies. Columned cloisters whisper haunting chants. Lopsided headstones name their dead. Field stone, hard-splitting, sharp-lifting, rock, crag, work of a life-time. Dry-stone walls give shelter, border tidy fields, gently mapping tiny springtime furrows. Stone on stone. Best stone of all. Kneaded into homes, shapes of life and love, Lintel, hearthstone, nook and flagstone. Stone walls echo memories. Sheltering, life-giving stone; Coming, goings, gatherings, Chatter, music, dancing. Remembering and listening. Listening and remembering. Stone upon stone. Stone upon stone.