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Continue reading →: Poems for all occasions?
On our wedding anniversary I try to pen something romantic and usually my efforts are appreciated by my wife, Clare. At a writing workshop at Queen’s University Belfast recently, there was a man whose life had dealt him some hard knocks and who had been inspired to try his hand…
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Continue reading →: Connor Dallacht – O’Kanes Pottery
Does anyone know of a poet called Connor Dallacht? I vaguely remember reading a poem of his when I was in the coffe shop outside Falcarragh – the O’Kanes’s pottery studio on the site of the old rectory. This is a beautiful spot for enjoying good coffee in very pleasant…
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Continue reading →: WB Yeats – a mystic?
WB Yeats by Augustus John The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.…
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Continue reading →: My selection of poems and poets
Seamus Heaney was an obvious choice because the language of his poetry is accessible and sounds magnificent whether read aloud or to oneself. Irish poetry evokes imagery that is particularly distinctive. The poem about the memory of peeling potatoes with his mother on a Sunday morning reflects the pain of loss and his…
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Continue reading →: Tony Harrison – Northern soul
Marked with D When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven not unlike those he fuelled all his life, I thought of his cataracts ablaze with Heaven and radiant with the sight of his dead wife, light streaming from his mouth to shape her name, ‘not Florence…
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Continue reading →: Tupac – a thug’s life?
Only God Can Judge Me” (feat. Rappin 4-Tay) [Intro: 2Pac] Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherf***ers get out my business [Verse One: 2Pac] Perhaps I was blind…
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Continue reading →: Seamus Heaney – one of the greats
Clearances (III) When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: Cold comforts set between us, things to share Gleaming in a bucket of clean water. And…
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Continue reading →: Poems on the London Underground
This website lists poems that are displayed on tube trains in London. A pretty good selection. http://www.tfl.gov.uk/tfl/corporate/projectsandschemes/artmusicdesign/poems/
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Continue reading →: Linton Kwesi Johnson
Inglan Is A Bitch – Linton Kwesi Johnson w´en mi jus´ come to Landan toun mi use to work pan di andahgroun but workin´ pan di andahgroun y´u don´t get fi know your way around Inglan is a bitch dere´s no escapin it Inglan is a bitch dere´s no runnin´ whey fram it mi get…
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Continue reading →: Francis Ledwidge
Sentiments that should be heeded in every age: Oh what a pleasant world ‘twould be, How easy we’d step thro’ it, If all the fools who meant no harm, Could manage not to do it! http://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/poetry/fledwidge.html