The Belle Époque was the last point in time where all peoples of the world worshipped the customs and traditions of their ancestors

I have read in ancient annals of a race of gallant men
Who fear’d neither Dane nor Devil; but it is long since then —
And "cowardice is virtue,'' so runs the modern creed

He wasn’t let into heaven and he wasn’t let into hell, so he is now travelling around the world with his wisp of straw, and that is the person we call ‘Will-o-the-Wisp’.

A day may come to witness an Irish Westminster, an Irish Pantheon, but it will not more reflect the hallowed memory of the dead than at present dwells in our hearts.

This article serves the purpose of a much-needed reality check: to leave the EU would be a catastrophic geopolitical blunder, notwithstanding the economic consequences of such actions.

MEON has the honour of presenting perhaps the first translation of ‘The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu’ into Spanish from Old Irish.

The times has arrived for us to create a school of strategic thinking. What are Ireland’s interests, and how do we go about securing them?

Looking at Fine Gael across its near century-old existence—from counter revolutionary tendencies to facilitating near-open borders—what remains consistent is their representation of those with ‘a stake in the game’, or, to be less abstract, the property and business-owning class.

A hungry Gaelic chiefling in Ulster,

Whose blood with the Norseman's rotted in the rain on a heather hill:

These by the world's time were very recent

Forefathers of yours. And you are a maker of verses.

“The power of enchantment is not yet dead, nor banished out of the country yet”

Celine’s writing playfully partakes of the aesthetic of the corpse. Bodies eroding, decaying, at the cusp of death, and a multiplicity of other images flood the reader’s imagination; those fortunate enough to subsist are witnesses to the decay that will soon corrupt and overwhelm them.

The survival of your people is the most foundational moral cause.

MacDonagh and MacBride

And Connolly and Pearse

Now and in time to be,

Wherever green is worn,

Are changed, changed utterly:

A terrible beauty is born.

Ireland’s natural security and economic interests lie in its vast territorial seas. The neglect of these vital interests in previous decades has been a catastrophic strategic blunder for the state as well as a disgrace to the latent potential for this country to achieve great feats.

Desmond Fennell's infamous work 'Uncertain Dawn' attempts to link the dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki as the beginning of the end of the West.

Celine donned numerous masks: anonymous writer, salacious womaniser, outspoken racialist, critic of French chauvinism, socialist, ardent pacifist, conspiracy-monger, League of Nations surgeon, and proto-existentialist – perhaps his vagrancy should take first place?

Oh, brave young men, my love, my pride, my promise,

’Tis on you my hopes are set,

In manliness, in kindliness, in justice,

To make Erin a nation yet

Even as she screamed, her voice became thin, like a crying of wind; then she melted into a bright white mist that spired to the roof-beams, and shuddered away through the smoke hole…

The rigid cultural bulwark of Japanese society is reminiscent of Irish-Ireland; a vision of revitalised Irish culture keeping at bay the influence of alien ideals.

The future of the race is at stake. Our National integrity is being undermined. For fifteen years the Gaelic League has been building up National character. We now see it crumbling away before our eyes as we walk through the streets of Ireland's Capital