Daniel Mulhall
@danmulhall.bsky.social
Retired Irish Ambassador, author, consultant, media commentator, Director, #Carlichauns.
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Daniel Mulhall
@danmulhall.bsky.social
· Nov 23
Introducing the #Carlichauns to @bsky.app. An animated children’s entertainment venture for which I am Brand Ambassador. Carlingford’s leprechauns, the Carlichauns, travel the world to deliver wishes to children. Check them out at www.carlichauns.com
Big Read’ in FT: ‘Ireland: the weak link in EU defence’. Some key points: 3/4 of undersea cables in N. Hemisphere pass through our waters; we do not have intelligence systems to receive classified information; no radar, no sonar; & lack of a dedicated intelligence agency - that ought to be rectified
November 25, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Big Read’ in FT: ‘Ireland: the weak link in EU defence’. Some key points: 3/4 of undersea cables in N. Hemisphere pass through our waters; we do not have intelligence systems to receive classified information; no radar, no sonar; & lack of a dedicated intelligence agency - that ought to be rectified
Where did all the time go?
From the rainy seasons
out the country to the high
summers of wraparound light
as far as the swirling mackerel skies,
& the heavy cattle flummoxed
by the wrong unmoving gate -
we saw it all from under the stars;
now I only know what isn’t there.
Gerald Dawe #IrishPoetry
From the rainy seasons
out the country to the high
summers of wraparound light
as far as the swirling mackerel skies,
& the heavy cattle flummoxed
by the wrong unmoving gate -
we saw it all from under the stars;
now I only know what isn’t there.
Gerald Dawe #IrishPoetry
November 25, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Where did all the time go?
From the rainy seasons
out the country to the high
summers of wraparound light
as far as the swirling mackerel skies,
& the heavy cattle flummoxed
by the wrong unmoving gate -
we saw it all from under the stars;
now I only know what isn’t there.
Gerald Dawe #IrishPoetry
From the rainy seasons
out the country to the high
summers of wraparound light
as far as the swirling mackerel skies,
& the heavy cattle flummoxed
by the wrong unmoving gate -
we saw it all from under the stars;
now I only know what isn’t there.
Gerald Dawe #IrishPoetry
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‘Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
November 24, 2025 at 6:20 PM
‘Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
‘Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
November 24, 2025 at 6:20 PM
‘Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.
Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of an icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.’
Seamus Heaney ‘North’
Reposted by Daniel Mulhall
Just received my copy of the latest edition of @historyireland.bsky.social which has an essay of mine about E.L. Godkin, ‘An Irish Mugwump in Gilded Age America’, and many other fascinating essays. History Ireland is always a great read.
November 22, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Just received my copy of the latest edition of @historyireland.bsky.social which has an essay of mine about E.L. Godkin, ‘An Irish Mugwump in Gilded Age America’, and many other fascinating essays. History Ireland is always a great read.
Reposted by Daniel Mulhall
Thanks Dan! Your piece is excellent, and lovely to hear the kind words. Always much appreciated.
November 22, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Thanks Dan! Your piece is excellent, and lovely to hear the kind words. Always much appreciated.
From today’s Sunday Business Post, my op-ed on the significance of the inaugural €500,000 North-South Business Cooperation Awards, which were presented last month to 9 winning entries. The awards aim to encourage cross-border entrepreneurship in Ireland. www.businesspost.ie/commercial-r...
A new chapter for collaboration across the entire island of Ireland
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November 23, 2025 at 8:13 AM
From today’s Sunday Business Post, my op-ed on the significance of the inaugural €500,000 North-South Business Cooperation Awards, which were presented last month to 9 winning entries. The awards aim to encourage cross-border entrepreneurship in Ireland. www.businesspost.ie/commercial-r...
Should I join them
The old fellas
Above Troy’s gate
Demobbed by age
Their fighting days
Long behind them
Good talkers still
Conversation
Like tree-crickets
Or grasshoppers
Settled on branches
Deep in a wood
Voices gently
Lilting lily-like?
Michael Longley ‘Grasshoppers’ #Irish #Poetry
The old fellas
Above Troy’s gate
Demobbed by age
Their fighting days
Long behind them
Good talkers still
Conversation
Like tree-crickets
Or grasshoppers
Settled on branches
Deep in a wood
Voices gently
Lilting lily-like?
Michael Longley ‘Grasshoppers’ #Irish #Poetry
November 22, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Just received my copy of the latest edition of @historyireland.bsky.social which has an essay of mine about E.L. Godkin, ‘An Irish Mugwump in Gilded Age America’, and many other fascinating essays. History Ireland is always a great read.
November 22, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Just received my copy of the latest edition of @historyireland.bsky.social which has an essay of mine about E.L. Godkin, ‘An Irish Mugwump in Gilded Age America’, and many other fascinating essays. History Ireland is always a great read.
Reposted by Daniel Mulhall
I was honoured to be asked to act as a judge for the 2026 Dublin Literary Award. I am already busy reading my way through the 69 nominated titles which include translations from 17 languages.
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
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November 19, 2025 at 1:54 PM
I was honoured to be asked to act as a judge for the 2026 Dublin Literary Award. I am already busy reading my way through the 69 nominated titles which include translations from 17 languages.
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
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His grace is no longer called for
before meals: farmed fish multiply
without His intercession.
Bread production rises through
disease-resistant grains devised
scientifically to mitigate His faults.
Dennis O’Driscoll ‘Missing God’
before meals: farmed fish multiply
without His intercession.
Bread production rises through
disease-resistant grains devised
scientifically to mitigate His faults.
Dennis O’Driscoll ‘Missing God’
November 7, 2025 at 8:00 AM
His grace is no longer called for
before meals: farmed fish multiply
without His intercession.
Bread production rises through
disease-resistant grains devised
scientifically to mitigate His faults.
Dennis O’Driscoll ‘Missing God’
before meals: farmed fish multiply
without His intercession.
Bread production rises through
disease-resistant grains devised
scientifically to mitigate His faults.
Dennis O’Driscoll ‘Missing God’
Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides & rosaries
A funeral passes.
…
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
Philip Larkin, ‘Dublinesque’
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides & rosaries
A funeral passes.
…
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
Philip Larkin, ‘Dublinesque’
November 21, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides & rosaries
A funeral passes.
…
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
Philip Larkin, ‘Dublinesque’
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides & rosaries
A funeral passes.
…
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
Philip Larkin, ‘Dublinesque’
I was honoured to be asked to act as a judge for the 2026 Dublin Literary Award. I am already busy reading my way through the 69 nominated titles which include translations from 17 languages.
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
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dublinliteraryaward.ie
November 19, 2025 at 1:54 PM
I was honoured to be asked to act as a judge for the 2026 Dublin Literary Award. I am already busy reading my way through the 69 nominated titles which include translations from 17 languages.
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
dublinliteraryaward.ie/the-award/
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Here is a link to a Newstalk FM podcast to which I contributed on the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement which was an important milestone on the road to peace in Northern Ireland.
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
The Anglo-Irish Agreement: 40 Years On | Newstalk
Featuring: Dáithí O'Ceallaigh, former Irish diplomat who served as Irish Ambassador in London, ...
www.newstalk.com
November 17, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Here is a link to a Newstalk FM podcast to which I contributed on the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement which was an important milestone on the road to peace in Northern Ireland.
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
Here is a link to a Newstalk FM podcast to which I contributed on the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement which was an important milestone on the road to peace in Northern Ireland.
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
The Anglo-Irish Agreement: 40 Years On | Newstalk
Featuring: Dáithí O'Ceallaigh, former Irish diplomat who served as Irish Ambassador in London, ...
www.newstalk.com
November 17, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Here is a link to a Newstalk FM podcast to which I contributed on the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement which was an important milestone on the road to peace in Northern Ireland.
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
www.newstalk.com/podcasts/hig...
A feel of warmth in this place,
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed,
When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light
Led us, lonely, to this place.
John Montague ‘Blessing’
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed,
When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light
Led us, lonely, to this place.
John Montague ‘Blessing’
November 15, 2025 at 11:33 AM
A feel of warmth in this place,
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed,
When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light
Led us, lonely, to this place.
John Montague ‘Blessing’
In winter air, a scent of harvest.
No form of prayer is needed,
When by sudden grace attended.
Naturally, we fall from grace.
Mere humans, we forget what light
Led us, lonely, to this place.
John Montague ‘Blessing’
On the water the accumulation of spume,
The hiss and purl of spiralling waves, the skid
And visible snarl of wind, horizon’s disintegration,
The glower & sharp glint of a tired sky.
…
Now for the decisions of night, the heart’s undoing:
The time where reason & emotions meet.
Valentin Iremonger
The hiss and purl of spiralling waves, the skid
And visible snarl of wind, horizon’s disintegration,
The glower & sharp glint of a tired sky.
…
Now for the decisions of night, the heart’s undoing:
The time where reason & emotions meet.
Valentin Iremonger
November 13, 2025 at 8:33 AM
On the water the accumulation of spume,
The hiss and purl of spiralling waves, the skid
And visible snarl of wind, horizon’s disintegration,
The glower & sharp glint of a tired sky.
…
Now for the decisions of night, the heart’s undoing:
The time where reason & emotions meet.
Valentin Iremonger
The hiss and purl of spiralling waves, the skid
And visible snarl of wind, horizon’s disintegration,
The glower & sharp glint of a tired sky.
…
Now for the decisions of night, the heart’s undoing:
The time where reason & emotions meet.
Valentin Iremonger
I pray for this unknown young man who has known
The lightening’s strict hour,the time of anger
…
May he survive unscathed the Dunkirk of middle-age
& cardiac decay,the Crete of married life,
The Peloponnese-like archipelago of children,to fish lazily
In the reaches of a quiet old age.
V. Iremonger
The lightening’s strict hour,the time of anger
…
May he survive unscathed the Dunkirk of middle-age
& cardiac decay,the Crete of married life,
The Peloponnese-like archipelago of children,to fish lazily
In the reaches of a quiet old age.
V. Iremonger
November 12, 2025 at 2:53 PM
I pray for this unknown young man who has known
The lightening’s strict hour,the time of anger
…
May he survive unscathed the Dunkirk of middle-age
& cardiac decay,the Crete of married life,
The Peloponnese-like archipelago of children,to fish lazily
In the reaches of a quiet old age.
V. Iremonger
The lightening’s strict hour,the time of anger
…
May he survive unscathed the Dunkirk of middle-age
& cardiac decay,the Crete of married life,
The Peloponnese-like archipelago of children,to fish lazily
In the reaches of a quiet old age.
V. Iremonger
Call the earth female, as of old.
She needs to be placed pronto
in the recovery position, gently hold
her chin up, bend the left arm at the elbow,
hand above the head, palm facing down
— waving goodbye or hello?
Greg Delanty #IrishPoetry
She needs to be placed pronto
in the recovery position, gently hold
her chin up, bend the left arm at the elbow,
hand above the head, palm facing down
— waving goodbye or hello?
Greg Delanty #IrishPoetry
November 10, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Call the earth female, as of old.
She needs to be placed pronto
in the recovery position, gently hold
her chin up, bend the left arm at the elbow,
hand above the head, palm facing down
— waving goodbye or hello?
Greg Delanty #IrishPoetry
She needs to be placed pronto
in the recovery position, gently hold
her chin up, bend the left arm at the elbow,
hand above the head, palm facing down
— waving goodbye or hello?
Greg Delanty #IrishPoetry
… let us also be healed
wounds closed,senses cleansed
as over our bowed heads
the mad larks multiply
needles stabbing the sky
in an ecstasy of stitching fury
against the blue void
while from clump & tuft
cranny & cleft, soft footed
curious, the animals gather around.
John Montague
wounds closed,senses cleansed
as over our bowed heads
the mad larks multiply
needles stabbing the sky
in an ecstasy of stitching fury
against the blue void
while from clump & tuft
cranny & cleft, soft footed
curious, the animals gather around.
John Montague
November 9, 2025 at 8:46 PM
… let us also be healed
wounds closed,senses cleansed
as over our bowed heads
the mad larks multiply
needles stabbing the sky
in an ecstasy of stitching fury
against the blue void
while from clump & tuft
cranny & cleft, soft footed
curious, the animals gather around.
John Montague
wounds closed,senses cleansed
as over our bowed heads
the mad larks multiply
needles stabbing the sky
in an ecstasy of stitching fury
against the blue void
while from clump & tuft
cranny & cleft, soft footed
curious, the animals gather around.
John Montague
Coming up on @newstalkfm.bsky.social at 7 pm. A panel discussion about the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement. Presenter Patrick Geoghegan will put the questions about the Agreement’s significance & legacy to me, retired Ambassador, Daithí Ó Ceallaigh & political scientist, Eoin O’Malley.
November 9, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Coming up on @newstalkfm.bsky.social at 7 pm. A panel discussion about the 40th anniversary of the Anglo-Irish Agreement. Presenter Patrick Geoghegan will put the questions about the Agreement’s significance & legacy to me, retired Ambassador, Daithí Ó Ceallaigh & political scientist, Eoin O’Malley.
Congressman William Bourke Cockran (1854-1923) honoured in Sligo, the place of his birth. He was a staunch advocate for Irish causes. Another illustration of the hugely supportive role played by Irish-American politicians throughout modern Irish history. www.rte.ie/news/connach...
'Forgotten' Irishman Cockran is honoured in Sligo
A celebration of one of the Yeats Country's most distinguished but forgotten sons - William Bourke Cockran - has taken place in Sligo City Hall.
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November 8, 2025 at 11:51 AM
Congressman William Bourke Cockran (1854-1923) honoured in Sligo, the place of his birth. He was a staunch advocate for Irish causes. Another illustration of the hugely supportive role played by Irish-American politicians throughout modern Irish history. www.rte.ie/news/connach...
To fly into risk,
attempt the dream,
cast off, as we have done,
requires true luck
who know ourselves
blessed to have found
between this harbour’s arms
a sheltering home
where the vast
tides of the Atlantic
lift to caress
rose coloured rocks.
John Montague ‘Edge’
attempt the dream,
cast off, as we have done,
requires true luck
who know ourselves
blessed to have found
between this harbour’s arms
a sheltering home
where the vast
tides of the Atlantic
lift to caress
rose coloured rocks.
John Montague ‘Edge’
November 8, 2025 at 11:36 AM
To fly into risk,
attempt the dream,
cast off, as we have done,
requires true luck
who know ourselves
blessed to have found
between this harbour’s arms
a sheltering home
where the vast
tides of the Atlantic
lift to caress
rose coloured rocks.
John Montague ‘Edge’
attempt the dream,
cast off, as we have done,
requires true luck
who know ourselves
blessed to have found
between this harbour’s arms
a sheltering home
where the vast
tides of the Atlantic
lift to caress
rose coloured rocks.
John Montague ‘Edge’