He disappeared in the dead of winter

Auden was talking about Yeats here, but it's equally apt in the case of the great Dennis O'Driscoll, who died on 24th December at the unbearably young age of 58. Dennis had an extraordinary talent of making everyone feel like they were his good friend; he embodied courtesy in a world where it was rare and never forgot to acknowledge in that lovely large cursive handwriting of his anything he felt deserved to be acknowledged. I'm incredibly proud that his last signed book for me - his collection Dear Life published by Anvil this Summer - mentioned a 'valued friendship'; I did nothing to deserve it, God knows, but Dennis was generous that way.

I reviewed Dear Life for a UK literary journal; the review, written last July, was sadly confident that Dennis would have many years of productive retirement ahead of him. I reproduce it here as one last, sad, tribute to a very great poet and a very great man.

THE SUPERANNUATED MAN: REVIEW BY NESSA O’MAHONY

Dear Life by Dennis O’Driscoll, 112pp, £9.95, Anvil Press Poetry, Neptune House, 70 Royal Hill, London SE10 8RF. www.anvilpresspoetry.com

I don’t remember many texts I studied at school, but for some reason Charles Lamb’s ‘The Superannuated Man’ has stayed with me; there is something chilling about his description of the impact of working for a living: ‘I had grown to my desk, as it were; and the wood had entered into my soul’. Reading Dennis O’Driscoll’s new collection (his ninth), I wonder whether he might share the sentiment. O’Driscoll recently retired from the Irish civil service so now has the time to ponder on what life offers when one is released from the bondages of employment. He treats this major transition with characteristic causticity:

     I forfeited my rightful place at the tea-break table.
     An I’m Boss mug expectorating on the draining board.
     The Man United one Tipp-Exed with a name.
     A plastic milk container on which Stats is scrawled.

                                                            [‘Retirement’ from ‘Revenue Customs’]

That verb ‘expectorate’ is the key to O’Driscoll’s understated genius; it lifts what might otherwise seem pure documentary onto another level entirely.
 

     O’Driscoll’s mordant wit informs many of these poems, particularly those that dissect the clichés in the popular culture of post-Celtic Tiger Ireland. In ‘Fair Game’, the target is ‘The elephant in the room’ – we’ve ignored a lot of those over here. In ‘Compo’, he forensically skewers the cult of anger that is equally prevalent:

     Be absolutely apopletic.
     Fuming mad.
     Lobby. Picket. Hector.
     Threaten to bring your case
     to the highest tribunal in the land.

O’Driscoll’s approach to humour is similar to that of US poet Billy Collins; he pursues an idea far beyond its logical conclusion and forces the reader, in the process, to reconsider everything she has taken as a given.
 

     But beyond the humour is a darker thread, an almost despairing recognition that mankind has what he calls in the poem ‘Spare Us’, an ‘built-in obsolescence’, both on a general level – ‘Consign us to the past / Find solutions to what baffled us. / Put us down to experience’ (from ‘Not The Dead’) – and on a personal one. Some poems relate to illness and to the resulting awareness of transience:

     The tally of years
     added up so rapidly
     it appeared I had
     been short-changed,
     tricked by sleight
     of hand, fallen victim
     to false bookkeeping.

                        [‘Time Enough’]

Yet O’Driscoll is a poet always prepared to see the other side of the argument, as the poem ‘Admissions’ attests:

     Before you do down life again,
     badmouth a world that never lives up
     to its billing, recall how glorious it seemed,
     your unwillingness to let go, that evening
     you were driven to Admissions.

For this poet, each ‘shabby sight’ ‘gleams with some ameliorating / feature’ and this preparedness to accept imperfection is the prevailing tone of the penultimate, title poem.

     [ …….. ] Leaves swirl around my feet now in a crinkled tin-
     foil din. Thousands of leaves. A sybil’s mixed signals, they shift
     positions, shuffle their decks like tarot packs, gyrate sugges-
     tively. I go on my knees in search. Keep on drawing blanks.

                                                            [‘Dear Life’]

This is a thoughtful, funny, sad and ultimately moving book of poems. I recommend it whole-heartedly.

The Nest Big Thing (with thanks to Noel Duffy)

The next big thing

The wonderful poet and fiction-writer Noel Duffy set me a challenge a few weeks back to follow him in this literary chain, where writers talk about forthcoming books. You can read his splendid account at http://noelduffy.blogspot.ie/

1)     What is the working title of your next book?

My next collection of poems is provisionally titled Her Father’s Daughter, which is the way that I’ve been imagining it over the past couple of years. But I wouldn’t rule out that changing before the book actually gets published. Titles are slippery things, intimately connected with both the mood of the poems, but also with the prevailing mood of the writer, which can change like the weather. I remember finding it very difficult to find the title of my last collection, Trapping A Ghost (Bluechrome 2005). There was no individual poem title that seemed to capture its spirit, and I don’t know how many times I read it through before seeing an individual line from a poem that seemed to offer the best potential as a book title. And then it seemed to have been to have always been the title. Strange, but true.

2)     Where did the idea come from for the book?

I’ve been meditating about father –daughter relationships for at least the last seven years, and probably for much longer than that, because family relationships have always been an obsession in my poetry. But the impetus for this exploration was my father’s first serious illness which, oddly, began this day 7 years ago, when he collapsed with a pulmonary embolism and was rushed to hospital, where he wasn’t expected to survive. We spent those anguished and terrified days all through Christmas and the New Year at St. James’s Hospital Intensive Care Unit; that bare little room with the drinks machine that never worked and the flickering cathode lights has stayed with me ever since. He recovered from that, but had suffered so much of what the doctors termed ‘collateral damage’ that his remaining few years were dogged with illness. So I guess I began a prolonged period of grieving him, or preparing to let him go (he died in June 2010) and that’s what generated many of the poems. But gradually I got perspective to see wider patterns; I’d separately been fascinated by my maternal grandfather, many of whose stories I’d heard from my mother, so I began to see a connection between two sets of father-daughter relationships, and that’s how the book was really born.

3)     What genre does your book fall under?

It’s a collection of poems, some lyric, some narrative. I always find myself wanting to tell stories but need the compression that poetry provides at the same time.

4)     What actors would you choose to play the part of the characters in the movie rendition?

These questions are rather geared towards fiction, I suspect, and yet I can imagine a movie treatment of my grandfather’s story, at least. I think Aidan Quinn would render him very well; the same intensity, the same pale blue Irish eyes that can chill and warm at the same time.

5)     What is a one-line synopsis of your book?

I’ve spoken about the lure of compression in poetry so I should find that question easy, shouldn’t I? And yet!!! Well, it’s a book about relationships and the patterns they create and engrain, as well as about the ability to love while knowing one is going to lose somebody.

6)     Will your book be self-published or represented by an agent?

As my good friend Noel Duffy said in his interview, you’d never find an agent with a vocation for representing poets. That reminds me of an agents’ tea party organised by the Creative Writing faculty at the University of East Anglia, where I did my Masters in 2003. There were some very heavy-hitters invited down from London to meet the cream of the writing talent in my year, and there were some amazing novelists then – Tash Aw, Naomi Alderman and our own Aifric Campbell to name just three. But it was made clear to us poets that there wasn’t any point in us attending the Tea Party because the agents had no interest in meeting us. So we were left to gaze in, like the poor children outside the toyshop at Christmas. Very poignant. I’m hoping the collection will be published by Salmon, who published my last book.

7)     How long did it take you to write a first draft of the manuscript?

As I said earlier, I’d been writing many of these poems for several years, but the real work of pulling them together into book form began about three years ago, after I’d published the verse novel. Then it became a process of ordering and re-ordering, which may continue for a wee while yet.

8)     What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Poets are always writing about their parents, aren’t they? One book that certainly influenced me, though I’d never reach its wonderful heights, was Kerry Hardie’s amazing collection The Sky Didn’t Fall, written about her own father’s death. I loved the complete lack of self-pity, the honesty and bravery and utter beauty of that book.

9)     Who or what inspired you to write this book?

As should be evident from previous answers, my wonderful father, Donal J. O’Mahony, and my amazing mother, Mai O’Mahony, who is an extraordinary story-teller and who has a staggering memory for events that took place up to 80 years ago. She has always been my inspiration.

10) What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?

I always find it hard to answer that question, because why should anyone else care about my own concerns. But we all have people we love and might lose, or might have lost, and many of us in Ireland share a connection with a generation of extraordinary men and women who went about fighting for the ideals they believed in with quietness and integrity. So hopefully my book might resonate in some way with those sorts of readers.

I am now passing the baton in this extended literary relay race to novelist, poet, blogger and performer Kate Dempsey. Here’s her bio:

Kate Dempsey writes fiction and poetry and lives in Ireland. She has been collecting jobs for her author biography since she could read. She has worked as a coffee grinder, a terrible waitress in Woolworths, a Harrods shop assistant, a computer programmer, a technical writer, a writer in schools and a mother. She's lived in England, Scotland, The Netherlands, South West USA and now in Ireland.

These diverse jobs and homes are reflected in her witty, observational writing, which is widely published in Ireland and the UK. Her short stories have been broadcast on RTE Radio and published in the Poolbeg Anthology 'Do The Write Thing.' She was shortlisted for the Hennessey New Irish Writing award three times and her poetry in many magazines and anthologies. She runs the Poetry Divas Collective, a glittering group of women who blur the wobbly boundaries between page and stage at cool events all over Ireland.

Her first novel, The Story of Plan B, was shortlisted for the London Book Fair LitIdol.

Where to find Kate Dempsey online

Website: http://emergingwriter.blogspot.com
Twitter: PoetryDivas

Facebook: Facebook profile
Blog: http://emergingwriter.blogspot.com

Milton Live - Trinity College Dublin 14th December 2012

I'm absolutely delighted to be part of this splendid endeavour - Dr Philip Coleman of Trinity College has put together a live reading of the full version of Milton's epic poem, 'Paradise Lost'. Here's some more information, courtesy of the TCD School of English facebook page:

The School of English invites you to attend the first full public reading of John Milton's Paradise Lost in Ireland in aid of the National Trust for the Blind in Ireland. Readers include Harry Clifton, Gerald Dawe, Seamus Heaney, Dave Lordon, Thomas Luxon, Iggy McGovern, Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, David Norris, Michael O'Loughlin, Nessa O'Mahony, Eve Patten, Provost Patrick Prendergast, Gerard Smyth, Joseph Woods, Macdara Woods, members of Trinity Players, students and staff of the School of English, Trinity College Dublin, and many more!

All welcome-please come and show your support!

When: Friday, December 14, 2012, 10am-10pm

Where: 10am-2pm Graduate Memorial Building, Trinity College Dublin. 2pm-10pm in the Gallery Chapel, Trinity College Dublin

Who: Our readers, your good selves, and all of your friends!

New departure - the film-poem, or is it a poem-film

I have been working with my husband and occasional conspirator Peter Salisbury on a new development. We're experimenting with combining words and images to produce something that's neither simply a poem or a film, but depends on both the words and the images to create the aesthetic impact.

Our first project came about when we shared an extraordinary moment on the last night of our honeymoon in Rome in October 2012. We'd been advised to go up to the sixth floor roof-top restaurant, where the view of the city was unparalleled. We arrived just as dusk was falling and the rain clouds were gathering.

What we saw up there astonished us, and was the impetus for this film-poem. Here it is - we hope you like it.

Hiatuses

It's been a longer pause than I'd intended, but my last message was posted the day before my dear father died. The fact that he had been ill for some time and his death hardly unexpected hasn't taken away from the deep sadness and sense of loss I now feel. One of the symptoms of that sadness is a lack of anything worthwhile to say or do at the moment. I hope and trust that that feeling will pass - he'd be very annoyed at my lassitude, I'm sure.

But while I'm here, I did want to pass on a message from my friend, the poet Anne-Marie Fyfe:

…announcing the fourth annual
troubadour international poetry prize

judged by gwyneth lewis & maurice riordan
with both judges reading all poems

prizes: 1st £1000, 2nd £500, 3rd £250
& 20 prizes of £20 each
plus a spring 2011 coffee-house poetry season ticket
and a prizewinners’ coffee-house poetry reading
with gwyneth lewis & maurice riordan
on mon 29th nov 2010 ...for all prize-winning poets

submissions by fri 15th oct 2010

judges

Gwyneth Lewis was the first National Poet of Wales (2005) and her words appear over the Wales Millennium Centre, opened in 2004. Educated at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen, a bilingual school near Pontypridd, and at Oxford, Columbia and Harvard Universities, she has written oratorio as well as having written on clinical depression and Two in a Boat—The True Story of a Marital Rite of Passage, inspired by a sailing journey during which her husband was diagnosed with cancer. Her poetry collections in English include Parables and Faxes (1995), Chaotic Angels—Poems in English (2005) and A Hospital Odyssey (2010, all Bloodaxe).

Maurice Riordan (b. Lisgoold, Co, Cork, 1953) is the author of three collections of poetry, A Word from the Loki (Faber, 1995, a PBS choice), the Whitbread shortlisted Floods (Faber, 2000) and The Holy Land (Faber, 2007) which received the Michael Hartnett Award. A Next Generation poet, he has been Poetry Editor of Poetry London and is currently Professor of Poetry at Sheffield Hallam University, has translated the work of Maltese poet Immanuel Mifsud (Confidential Reports, 2005), has edited and co-edited anthologies on science, space and ecology, and has edited a selection of Hart Crane’s poems for Faber’s Poet to Poet series (2008).

Both judges will read all poems submitted.

rules

General: Entry implies acceptance of all rules; failure to comply with rules will result in disqualification; competition open to poets of any nationality over 18 years; no competitor may win more than one prize; judges’ decision is final; no individual correspondence will be entered into.

Poems: Poems must be in English, must each be no longer than 45 lines, must fit on one page of A4, must be the original work of the entrant and must not have been previously broadcast or published (in print or online); winning & commended poems may be published (in print or online) by Troubadour International Poetry Prize and may not be published elsewhere for one year after Friday 15th October 2010 without written permission. No limit on number of poems submitted. No alterations accepted after submission.

Fees: All entries must be accompanied by fee of EITHER £5/€6/$8 per poem, if fewer than 4 poems, OR £4/€5/$7 per poem if 4 or more poems submitted; payment by cheque or money order (Sterling/Euro/US-Dollars only) payable to “Coffee-House Poetry” with poet’s name (and/or e-mail Entry Acknowledgement Reference, if appropriate) written on back.

By Post: No entry form required; each poem must be typed on one side of A4 white paper showing title & poem only; do not show author’s name or any other identifying marks on submitted poems; include a separate page showing Name, Address, Phone, E-Mail (opt), Titles and Number of Poems EITHER @ £5/€6/$8 each OR @ £4/€5/$7 each; no staples; no Special Delivery, Recorded Delivery or Registered Post; entries are not returned.

By E-mail: No entry form required; poems must be submitted in body of e-mail (no attachments) to CoffPoetry@aol.com; entries should be preceded by Name, Address, Phone, Titles and Number of Poems EITHER @ £5/€6/$8 each OR @ £4/€5/$7 each; acknowledgement will be sent to entrant’s e-mail address showing Entry Acknowledgment Reference; send payment by post within 14 days quoting Entry Acknowledgement Reference; e-mail entries will be included only when payment received by post; no Special Delivery, Recorded Delivery or Registered Post.

Acknowledgement/Results: will be sent to all e-mail entrants after entry deadline and winners announcement respectively; no correspondence; postal entrants should include stamped, addressed postcard marked “Acknowledgement” and/or stamped, addressed A5 envelope marked “Results” if required.

Deadline: All postal entries, and postal payments for e-mail entries, to arrive at Troubadour Poetry Prize, Coffee-House Poetry, PO Box 16210, LONDON, W4 1ZP postmarked on or before Friday 15th October 2010. Prizewinners will be notified individually by Monday 22nd November 2010. Prizegiving will be on Monday 29th November 2010 at Coffee-House Poetry at the Troubadour in Earls Court, London.

Anne-Marie Fyfe (Organiser)
coffee-house poetry at the troubadour
www.coffeehousepoetry.org
www.annemariefyfe.com

Anam Cara Workshop on Narrative

Anam Cara Writers and Artists Retreat in Eyries on the Beara Peninsula has to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. Situated overlooking Coulagh Bay and set in a glorious garden of streams and nooks and crannies and wild spaces, it is run by the wonderful Sue Booth-Forbes who has created a rare sanctuary for writers and artists.

I've visited on a number of occasions over the past 13 years, but am very excited to be finally facilitating a workshop there, with my partner, Peter Salisbury. The workshop will take place from 1st to 4th July. Here's more detail:

“Finding the story” is aimed at any writer grappling with the challenge of plot, storyline and narrative. Through a combination of practical creating writing and drama exercises and exploring texts from literature, as well as one to one feedback sessions and clinics, we’ll explore how best to structure our stories to make them compelling and readable. Participants may already be in the process of writing stories, in which case there will be opportunities to workshop and get feedback, with emphasis placed on solving problems that disrupt the narrative flow. But the workshop is also aimed at generating new story ideas and new approaches to generating and structuring our narratives. By the end of the weekend, participants should have a much clearer idea about how to structure their stories to create compelling, credible and intensely readable stories. They should also have lots of ideas for new story lines.

Agenda

Thursday, 1st July, evening: Arrival, introductions and ice-breaker

Friday, 2nd July:

Morning session – What’s the story? Generating story ideas
Afternoon session - How plots work and the best structures
Evening – Trip to be arranged

Saturday, 3rd July:

Morning session – How to generate and manage conflict in story
Afternoon session – Clinic (one to ones) and free writing time
Evening – Plot driven characters or character-driven plot

Sunday 4th July:

Morning session - Losing the plot – stories that write themselves
Early afternoon: Workshop round-up and next steps

You can get more information by emailing Sue at anamcararetreat@gmail.com

New book and readings by Noel King

Noel King is an indomitable figure in the Irish poetry scene. He has been championing new Irish writing for many years now, publishing many fine writers under his Doghouse imprint. I first met him at a workshop given by Pat Boran in Tralee in 1995 and it's a delight to see finally see his own poetry in book form. Details about a forthcoming reading that Noel is doing with Eileen Sheehan are below:

The Poetry Café, The Poetry Society, 22 Betterton Street,, Covent Garden

0207 420 9887/ 0207 420 9888

www.poetrycafe@poetrysociety.org.uk

June 16^th

Irish Poets, Noel King and Eileen Sheehan

7.30pm

Although both native to Co Kerry both poets offer, through their work, two distinctive views of Irish cultural life. Eileen’s strongly rhythmic voice weaves through a backdrop of rural landscape and domestic interiors to explore the depths of life and relationships. Referencing myth and Irish folklore, her earthy humour has an underlying feminist twist. Noel’s poems speak through a more urban voice; rooted in history, both social and political. The personas in his work give voice to the social and economic dilemmas of a people from wartime Ireland through to the post Celtic tiger era.

No admission charge. Noel’s debut collection, Prophesying the Past (Salmon Poetry, 2010) and Eileen’s collections Song of the Midnight Fox (Doghouse Books, 2004) and Down the Sunlit Hall (Doghouse Books, 2008) will be on sale.

The event is funded by Culture Ireland – Promoting Irish Arts Worldwide