Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Take it easy


i
To think of you in that bed,
twenty years on,
going the same way he did,
but without hope.

How do you close your eyes
to catch a night’s sleep?

ii
Struggling for each breath,
(mouthfuls of air, for god’s sake!),
I said ‘Mam, stop working so hard’

Dying, and still forced to work.
‘Take it easy,
 take it easy.’

Her hold on my hand slackened,
her eyes fell to the side,
she took it easy,



That memory forces itself on me; even now, I sometimes wonder, did I speed her on her way?

Thursday, November 24, 2016

60s.

It was the time of Afton and Albany,
Joe O’Neill’s band and the Adelaides,
hay forks sharing pub windows
with Daz and Persil; the Smithwicks sign
and the Harp sign, half-ones of Guinness.

It was a time of pipe-smoking
beneath naked bulbs and neon strips,
the priest in his cassock,
Hillman Hunters, Ford Corsairs,
Wilkinson Swords and Fruit Gums.

Of scarved heads at mass, berets,
the Messenger and the Far East,
dress-makers and blacksmiths;
hollowed faces in the County Home,

yanks, spick and span, in the sitting room.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

On The Beach



When, at the end of the beach, I turned
to face that gleaming scimitar of strand,
the filigreed waves  hurdling landward,
the geode patterns beneath my feet,
a scythe of 12 oyster-catchers by the water,
their chevron markings perfect in that light,
I felt, suddenly, the glory of creation.

And, as I walked, I felt the completeness of my belonging,
 and my impermanence, like those scarves of sand blowing
ahead of the wind, and not at all sad for that,
and seeing too that beliefs are transitory,
that the earth will swallow all, and shine on
when all else has run its course.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Artur Widak's Photograpic Exhibition Highlighting The Refugees' Plight






 ‘The Path to Freedom:pictures illustrating the journey refugees are taking from 
 war-torn countries to Europe’ featuring the photographs of photojournalist 
 Artur Widak will be on display in Rathmines Library from November 17th  to 
 December 7th.
 The exhibition features some of Widak's most moving and thought-provoking 
 images,many of which have been highly acclaimed and have appeared in 
 publications such as The Guardian, Huffington Post, The Independent (UK), Le 
 Monde among many others . They portray, all too vividly, the hardships and 
 sadnesses that the Syrian refugees are enduring. It is impossible to view 
 these pictures and not be incensed at the ongoing inhumanity of it all. 

Widak will deliver a talk on his experiences at 6.30pm, Nov 17th in Rathmines 
 Library.

Speaking of Roscommon, The New Roscommon Writing Award is coming up


Then and Now


Light cavorting on the stream,
choruses of flies on dung,
and the flush green of Roscommon fields.

Whole afternoons I would spend
watching minnows dart
beneath those smidereens of sunlight.

Larder to larder, cold flowing weed,
combed fresh opulence.
No trickery in a jam jar; dull brown they died.

This morning sitting in Dublin;
smidereens of sunlight played on the ceiling
and I remembered this.




and speaking of Roscommon:


The NEW ROSCOMMON WRITING AWARD 2016 is organised as part of the county’s literature development programme. It is funded by Roscommon County Council and The Arts Council, and supported by the Roscommon Herald and by Shannonside FM.

The winner will receive a monetary prize of €500 and will have their winning entry printed in the Roscommon Herald. It will also be broadcast on Shannonside FM. (Four runners-up will receive €50 each)

Closing date for entries is 30 November 2016

Enquiries to




Competition Rules
·         Entries, in English, on any theme, in any literary form, will be accepted.
·         The competition is open to anyone over 18. All entrants must have a connection with the county of Roscommon (born in, living in, currently working in, went to school in, etc).
·         Typed entries (handwritten entries cannot be accepted) must be no more than 500 words. Mark the number of words in your entry on the bottom of the page. Entries over the 500 word limit will be automatically disqualified. There is a limit of two entries per entrant.
·         Include your name, address and contact details, plus your connection to the county. Include these on a separate page, not on your entry. 
·         There is no entry fee. All entries must be received by 30 November 2016.
·         The competition will be adjudicated by Brian Leyden. The judge’s decision is final. 
·         Post your entry to: NEW ROSCOMMON WRITING AWARD 2016, Aras an Chontae, Roscommon Arts Office, Roscommon. You may also email your entry to: ghoare@roscommoncoco.ie. Title your email NEW ROSCOMMON WRITING AWARD 2016.
·         The names of the shortlisted writers will be announced in local media and online at http://www.roscommoncoco.ie/en/Services/Comm_Ent/Arts_Office/literature.htm
·         The awards ceremony will take place early in 2017, on a date and at a venue to be announced. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

I asked Picasso what he did on September 6th, 1957 ̶ your birthday.



Just back from a few days in Barcelona where I visited the wonderful Museu Picasso. In particular, I enjoyed his Las Meninas Series. This series includes the subset of 9 paintings called The Pigeons which he started on Sept 6th 1957, before returning to Las Meninas on Sept 14th. Though very different in content, he always considered the 9 Pigeons paintings among the 58 Las Meninas Series; I think I know why.



The Pigeons, Picasso. Sept 6th, 1957




I asked Picasso what he did on September 6th, 1957  ̶   your birthday.



“I was working on Las Meninas. I had put an almost human face
on the Margarida Maria and there the ideas stalled.
On my balcony, pigeons emerged from fluffed up shapelessness.”

Out of the ocean into air,
into clanging space,
grabbing at the caul of light around you.

“I needed to resuscitate a sense of the absurd;
the pigeons twitched
with comic self-consciousness.”

Water’s membrane shut behind you,
things were sounding into being;
you were sounding into being.

“The round angled; the space faceted”, said Picasso. 

Monday, November 7, 2016

Submissions, Deadlines, Votes and a little bit of Appalachian Goodness

2017 Strokestown International Poetry Festival Competitions
Closing date:  2nd December, 2016

·         The 2017 Strokestown International Poetry Festival Competitions are now open for entries. The closing date for the competitions has been brought forward, to facilitate the publication of a festival anthology in which poems from shortlisted entrants for the two main competitions, English and Irish, will feature alongside the work of the well known judges and other poets who will read at the 2017 festival. Maura Dooley and Paddy Bushe will judge the Strokestown International Poetry Prize for a poem in English, which carries a prize of €2000. Duais de hÍde, which carries a prize of €500 for a poem in Irish, will be judged by Cathal Ó Searcaigh. Shortlisted poets for each of these competitions will also be asked to read a selection of their poems as part of the festival, and will receive a reading fee of €200. The Percy French Prize for humorous poetry will be judged by Margaret Hickey, and the Roscommon Poets’ Prize by Jessamine O’Connor. For details, rules and entry forms see www.strokestownpoetry.org




Irish Poem of the Year’ 2016



·      There are 4 days left to vote for winner of The inaugural ‘Bord Gais Energy Irish Book Awards Irish Poem of the Year’ 2016. I am pleased to see Jane Clarke among the four short-listed poets.
              
You might like to read 4 finalists and vote for your winner. Here are the poems http://writersweek.ie/the-listowel-writers-week-irish-poem-of-the-year-2016-winners/
and here's where to vote  http://www.irishbookawards.irish/vote2016/



·      
       Avant Appal(achia)
       Submission Deadline


      A reminder from Sabne Raznik that the deadline for submissions to Issue 2 of Avant Appal(achia) ezine is November 30, 2016. They are looking for poetry, short stories, and visual art; your wildest, most experimental.  (Issue) 2 will go live on December 15, 2016. Details at www.avantappalachia.com


Thursday, November 3, 2016

Waiting for the One



Homo Sapiens


They were anxious to put as many genera between us and ape
as possible; so each new jaw-bone, each different skull,
each new femur became a new genus.
Gradually then, all these rungs were being discovered.

Then someone said " Hey, where’s the cut-off !"
No one knew, it hadn't been discovered,
or had but wasn't recognized.

So we're still waiting for him who'll come to announce:

"Hallelujah, this is The Bone,
 the One that'll divide the fossil record into b.b. and a.b.
(before and after bone).”

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Farmland in Meath
Hill of Tara

                                                 
                                               From up here, this landscape is a cubist composition ─
    a shattered windscreen.

                      Closer: traces of ancient earthworks ─
                                  pre-historic worm spirals beneath the skin.

                            Closer: tumuli, eyes fixed to the cosmos ─
birthmarks of science.

                     Closer: chevrons, spirals, sunbursts ─
birthmarks of art.



Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Climb


    As I watched,
a mother and child climbed
the steep summit of Croagh Patrick;
stopping, starting, stopping, starting.


While tourists were passing like traffic,
two flies, clinging to scree,
scrambled upward, pulling
the universe’s blue cloak tighter about them.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

He Fishes With Cormorants.




An idea from a beautiful documentary I saw many years  ago: 'He Dances for his Cormorants'.






He fishes with Cormorants



Man on a raft
tray wafer   ̶
a jabbering macaw  ̶

sprinkles
cormorants
into the river.

Cliffs,
rocks, teeth
witness all:

silver purses
leaping backwards,
their gullets full.



See YouTube clip at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7l6Pe0CKsg

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Remembering Pearse Hutchinson



No Detail Too Small 


No detail too small, you balanced it on your pen.
Watchmaker with magnified eye,
you admired the exquisiteness in small things.

When a gentian is a match for the Matterhorn,
an everyday kindness is treasure, humility dazzles,
and universal courteousness is a longed for revolution.   

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Door hanging from its hinges,




breakfast things on the table,
newspapers neat in a corner,
armchair facing the television.


In the bedroom, make-up bottles,
4711, dresses in the wardrobe,
night-gown thrown onto the bed.
.  

Calendar stopped: July 1984,
a pair of slippers still awaiting her feet;
feet  silent as air.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Phonecall




One afternoon, long after, I call her.
I imagine the phone’s ring-tone
streaming through the air
of her sitting room;

above her writing desk,
wallets of holiday photos,
saucer of earrings,
a broken watch.

And now full sail over the carpet,
leaving behind
a mess of Sunday papers,
empty wine bottle on the couch.

Into the hall,
above floor-boards,
raincoat on the banister,
umbrella fallen onto the first step.

To the landing,
boxes of books,
the standard lamp forever
on its way to the bin.

My calling her: smoke
curling in a square of sunlight,
a cloud of silver smidgens
with nowhere to go.