An Life

Ón Vicipéid, an chiclipéid shaor.
An Life

Is abhainn í an Life a éiríonn i gContae Chill Mhantáin agus a téann trí Contae Cheatharlach, Contae Chill Dara agus Contae Bhaile Átha Cliath agus ansin a téann isteach i Muir Éireann. Téann sí trí lár chathair Baile Átha Cliath agus scoilteann sí an chathair idir Thuaisceart agus Dheisceart. I gcultúr choitianta, le níos mó ná 200 bliain, deirtear gurb iad na Deisceartaigh a bhíonn níos saibhre agus níos galánta agus is iad na tuaisceartaigh a bhíonn níos boichte agus íseal aicme. Ach i ndáiríre, ní fíor é sin an t-am ar fad.

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An Ruirthech a bhíodh uirthi fadó.[1] Tugtar Anna Livia uirthi sa Bhéarla scaití, agus ceaptar gur leagan de Abhainn na LIfe atá i gceist.

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Ritheann an Life trí bhailte eile, mar shampla Droichead Nua, Cill Droichid, Léim an Bhradáin agus Leamhcán, chomh maith.

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Is minic go ndéantar trácht ar an abhainn, agus tá Joyce agus Radiohead orthu sin atá tar éis í a lua sa litríocht agus in amhráin:


"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs."

James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline Bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Custom House old dock and George’s quay.

James Joyce, Ulysses

She asked that it be named for her. - The river took its name from the land. - the land took its name from the woman.

Eavan Boland, Anna Liffey

That there, that's not me - I go where I please - I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey - I'm not here, this isn't happening

Radiohead, "How to Disappear Completely"

"Somebody once said that 'Joyce has made of this river the Ganges of the literary world,' but sometimes the smell of the Ganges of the literary world is not all that literary."

Brendan Behan, Confessions of an Irish Rebel.

"No man who has faced the Liffey can be appalled by the dirt of another river."

Iris Murdoch, Under the Net.

"But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew."

Canon Charles O'Neill, The Foggy Dew.
An Life i mBaile Átha Cliath

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