A rural community commit their lives to memory as a new motorway ploughs onwards through their landscape. It goes no further than the town of Gort in the west of Ireland, halted by the dawn of a financial crisis. In this poetic documentary a myriad of personalities weave an epic tapestry through the bog lands, farms, fire-sides, race tracks and hurling pitches of recession Ireland.
In this poetic documentary from director Keith Walsh who lives in the area where the documentary was made, a myriad of personalities weave an epic tapestry through the bog lands, farms, fire-sides, race tracks and hurling pitches of recession Ireland. “We might all need to be remembered some day” a storyteller by a lake defines the importance of folk tales living on in collective memory long after the death of the protagonist. Also attesting to the impermanence of our existence; whatever we do, say or make during our lives, will eventually be forgotten while nature will reclaim all evidence of our
W.B. Yeats while living in the same area, understood the futility of our quest to be remembered, when he wrote the lines pleading… “And may these characters remain, when all is ruin once again.”
Yeats believed that we live within a pattern of eras that grow and die in recurring time patterns. We are now at the beginning of one of those eras, or gyres as he called them. Perhaps society is now sowing the seeds of our eventual demise on the altar of ‘progress’ at the expense of the world around it.