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Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Stone Art

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                                    Stone at Newgrange photo by Johnbod. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Johnbod .     ...
Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Words of Undiminished Relevance

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The following passage features in a new show, 1916: Visionaries and Their Words, which was devised by Lorcán Mac Mathúna and which will be...
Sunday, January 24, 2016

Famine Memory

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  November, month of charcoal cloud slung low to the earth; labourers hunched double, grubbing for the bright potatoes   that ...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Joseph Mary Plunkett's 'A Wave of the Sea'

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Joseph Mary Plunkett’s   beautiful lilt in     “I see his blood upon the rose   And in the stars the glory of his eyes,   His body...
Saturday, January 16, 2016

End

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  She loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not;       and there the flower bald. Now I must go to the wrong end...
Sunday, January 10, 2016

Three scenes from a sixties town

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i. In Mc Stay’s window there are four turkeys and two legs of lamb hanging behind signs: GIGOT CHOPS       CORN BEEF     RIB...
Monday, January 4, 2016

The Country Child

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  The country child runs in and out of rain showers like rooms;   sees the snake-patterns in trains, the sun's sword-play...
Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Crowd Control

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    CROWD CONTROL   THE DOGS:              taut with anticipation, grabbing photographs of the crowd         for their own s...

Trolls, Kings and Other Solitary Souls

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          Many years ago, while on a geology fieldtrip in Norway, I had an interesting experience that clarified for me the ...
Thursday, December 24, 2015

Heaven or not, we are reborn

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    Padded out from a stand of sycamores, confident, purposeful. Stopped opposite the newly dug ridges to listen for the ...
Saturday, December 19, 2015

Passing

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We change, time moves us   along. Our loves change like trees, like fires, like buildings.   They become our old books, categ...
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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Visceral Art

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The best art sends you away carrying some of the mood the artist wanted to convey, but you  have to be an active participant; in the case b...
Saturday, December 12, 2015

Achilles Heel

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      Sunday evening, Father in gold gilt weaving words and incense into a melange of heavenalia.   Monday noon, wavy...
Sunday, December 6, 2015

A Weekend of Rain

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Two days of torrential, flailing rain. Biblical levels, and more tomorrow. Sure, the scenery disappears, but in the city lights wriggle aw...
Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Reflection

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                Gerhard Richter's Lesende (1994) is a beautiful study of the play of light on this young woman's...
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