Archive for September, 2014

10 Great Quotations from T. S. Eliot on His Birthday

September 28, 2014

Interesting Literature

T. S. Eliot was born on 26 September 1888. So, on what would have been his 126th birthday, we’ve compiled ten of our favourite quotations from the great poet, playwright, critic, editor, and publisher. All of them are prose quotations. Eliot’s poetry is rightly praised as being among the greatest achievements of twentieth-century literature, but he was a fine prose writer too, with some wicked one-liners, as these quotations demonstrate…

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life. – The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism (1933)

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people. Notes Towards the Definition of Culture (1948)

Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it. – Hugh Kenner, The Invisible Poet (1959)

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance…

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When all the others were away at Mass by Seamus Heaney

September 25, 2014

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When all the others were away at Mass by Seamus Heaney

In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984
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 again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives–
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

Seamus Heaney, who was born in Co Londonderry in 1939, won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995. This poem is taken…

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Kate Ennals – Sunny Afternoon

September 16, 2014

The Galway Review

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Kate Ennals is currently doing the MA in Writing in NUI Galway. She has lived in Ireland (Dublin, Cavan, Galway) for the last 20 years, and worked as a co-ordinator and manager in various anti poverty and community sector programmes. She has managed a variety of communication networks and enjoys working with local people. Kate was short listed in the Desmond O’Grady Poetry competition in 2012, and was runner up in the Windows Poetry competiton in 2012. She is to be published in the first edition next January of the new poetry magazine published by the Galway group, The Skylight Poets, and has had a story and poems published in an anthology, ‘From Ballyjamesduff to Belleek’, published by the International Fund for Ireland.

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Jean Folan – Three Poems

September 16, 2014

The Galway Review

JEAN FOLANJean Folan lives in Inishcrone, Co. Sligo. She earned   MA in Writing at National University of Ireland, Galway. Her poems have been published in West 47, Crannóg, Revival, The Cuirt Annual, Network Magazine, Trácht Magazine, Midlife Slices Anthology. Shortlisted for The Cuirt New Writing Award 2007. A featured reader at Over the Edge 2007. Winner, Culture Night 2010 Ballina, Co. Mayo. Runner-up Culture Night 2012, Galway. Her first collection of poetry Between Time was published by Lapwing in 2013.

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A GENTLE FIRST CUT

I mow grass,
blade to blades,
gentle first cut.

Between two clamps
sever the cord that links
mother and child.

I skirt the daffodils.

We keep the first lock
when society demands
for the toddler a haircut.

I circle the primrose.

The first razor bought
for a boy heralds
the promise of manhood.

I behead daisies.

Cut-throat.
Post-mortem
Y-shaped incision.

In the after-cut
a thrush pecks,
for worms.

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Imogen Forster – Late Sun

September 7, 2014

The Stare's Nest

Late Sun
Late sun, tapping out
its slow beat on my back,
synchronised with my blood,
to be memorised on the skin,
stored up against coming cold.

It has a deeper note,
a different smell,
a denser sweetness,
as if to make up
its clear shortfall,
to compensate for
its soon to be
earlier darkening.

As if by sitting here
under its golden blessing
I could hold it fast
in this perfected moment.

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Poem of the Week — “Begin” by Brendan Kennelly

September 7, 2014