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The Boyne Music Festival

8/14/2019

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I had the absolute pleasure of taking part in The Boyne Music Festival - now in its 7th year - weaving a few poems between the tunes and genius of Zoe Conway and John McIntyre.
The setting was also brilliant - Boyne Brewhouse and Distillery on the outskirts of Drogheda. What a night.
Zoe and John played a majestic set that was both uplifting and inspiring: two amazing musicians complementing each other with ease.

The remainder of the festival took place in Townley Hall, where, since the festival´s inception, guests have gotten that tingly feeling from a variety of chamber music and a stunning setting. If you haven´t thought about it yet - I´d mark your calendar for next year.
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Townley Hall (L) and some of the cast of this year´s festival (above) incl. Carmen Flores, Aisling Manning, Deirdre Brenner, 
Rita Manning,  & Zoe Conway
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Review of Out of the Ordinary

5/12/2019

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https://www.drb.ie/essays/more-than-a-small-glow

On the above link you’ll find a review I wrote for The Dublin Review of Books of Moya Roddy’s fantastic poetry collection “Out of the Ordinary” which was shortlisted for the Shine Strong Award.
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Ballydehob to Budapest

5/2/2018

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​Poetry has given me a lot down through the years - a lot of friends first and foremost, a lot of happiness and respite, and also a lot of reasons to keep on travelling. Having finally put some poems into a kind of order, I am grateful Salmon Poetry brought out my book Stopgap Grace earlier this year. And I am extremely grateful to all you who have bought a copy, and also who came out to support the readings.  The following is the finer details.
Despite nearly missing the launch altogether when my Aer Lingus flight out of Vienna was cancelled, I did eventually make it to Doolin for the Doolin Writers´ Weekend 8 hours late, only to find the bar still hopping and the clientele singing Disney´s Moana song. I love the west of Ireland. Donal Minihane and the crew put on a great festival every year, and the launch was done upstairs in Hotel Doolin by my longtime partner in rhyme Stephen Murray, battling Aussie Flu, Solpadeine and Guinness.  Next up was Levis´ Corner Bar in Ballydehob - a lovely little music venue in West Cork now run by Joe & Caroline. I was joined on the night by Alan Tobin of LOW Mountain who added some sublime tunes. Alan and I used to cut the legs off each other on the GAA pitch so it was a welcome relief for me to see him standing still. Up to Galway after that to hook up with Little John Nee and launch the book at the Black Gate Cultural Centre. I could have chosen a better night with hindsight, but it was still fun and I´m grateful to John for singing some tunes. Kevin Higgins gave me a cracking review 
Back to mainland Europe and the book was launched in Vienna at the Ruby Marie Hotel, with my brilliant friend Dominik Nostitz adding some words and songs, and Shane O Fearghail joining in with a cameo performance. Vienna really turned up and I´m blown away by the support. It was also great to get up to Prague again, the scene of so many Fringe Festivals down through the years with The Voice & The Verse. On every corner, in every bar, down every cobble stone street I could still see Niall Connolly, Stephen Murray, David Rynhart and Dan Donnelly. Good times. This time, although they were absent, I still spent some quality time with my old friends Ken Nash and Paul Solecki before launching the book at the Alchemy Readings. 
Next up was Olomouc - a city I absolutely adore. And for good reason. David Livingstone always looks after me and other traveling artists, as does Zuzana Neubauerova; again, both joining forces to put on a great event in a bar with the cheapest beer this side of any river. Zuzana´s band The Luza were on fire that night! 
​A short time later and I got to visit Zagreb again for a reading in Booksa - my third time there and always nice to see some familiar faces. I was battling a head cold but earlier in the day Lee Murphy had taken me to a Sri Lankan restaurant where one of the levels of spiciness was "Are you kidding me?".  It did the trick. 
Marko Lakovič put on a great event in Ljubljana at the Literature House, even talking the supremely talented Noreia into playing a set.  The Irish Embassy were again very supportive and Brian Nolan, in particular, was on the ball.
​Finally, Budapest! Ahhhh Budapest, stop! What an absolutely delightful way to end a tour! We had a lovely crowd at Massolit Books and again, it was great to catch up with my old friends Treehugger Dan, Mary Murphy, Dora, Danyi... There´s a reason I keep going back to Budapest and I now know it´s the people I´m proud to have in my circles! 
Thank you all - and also a big thank you to The Department of Foreign Affairs and the Irish embassies in Vienna, Prague, Budapest, Ljubljana and Zagreb. 


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the amoeba game - Tara Skurtu

1/27/2018

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I first heard of American poet Tara Skurtu while on a reading tour of Romania back in 2014. The Zona Noua poets of Sibiu had nothing but good things to say. Needless to say, I looked her up, read some poems online and a few years later, had the chance to feature her in Vienna as, by a stroke of luck for me and a stroke of well-earned and deserved merit for her, she was back on this side of the Atlantic on a Fulbright. In Vienna, we walked through vineyards, talked poetry, Pinsky, manuscripts, Romania, and I wondered how long it would be before we saw a book from her.  Not too long. Not too long at all. 

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 The Amoeba Game, released by Eyewear Publishing, feels as if it has been years in the making such is the composure, ease and word-perfect stanzas each page gifts you. In its simplest form, this book is a collection of memories that are struggling to get a foothold in the present day of the narrator - but these memories are far from simple. There is a sense of loss, of naivety, innocence; a question of faith in oneself, the church, or in the correctional facilities in the US. There is the lamentation of what could have been and what still might be.  "...didn´t know where / we came from or where we were going."  As with any good collection of poetry, there is something for the reader to latch onto and relate to.  Straight away I was the child in "Indian River at Dusk" who "...named/ everyone I loved to God before falling/ asleep in my yellow room every night - / God was a word person. After two/ Hail Mary´s and an Our Father I´d be / good again."  Whether a personal feeling as in this poem, or an observational understanding as in "Shame", Skurtu brings to the surface all those emotions from childhood that we have not quite been able to figure out. As kids in the eighties, we sniggered during Mass, we lied at Confession; we took the Thanks be to God at the end of the service to mean something else.  In Confession, I was hit with a blast of images from my own childhood that annotated every line. "When my sister saved the Body of Christ / for after Mass and fed it to the ducks / to make them holy, I believed it just might." 
"Catechism" follows in a similarly innocent yet rebellious manner: "Who wants an eternity of cloud/-to-cloud bouncing, no afternoon/ chocolate chip cookie in sight? / I´m against dying."  And this, for me, is where the book starts to grow; where one light-hearted, poignant theme of guilt and admission leads us into adolescence and eventually adulthood; where death is now a reality and not just something to be against. Poems such as "Waking Verne" and "Survivor Vade Mecum" - an almost tragicomedy - with a neighbor´s "constellation of cats" under her backyard, slowly build towards the reveal that the poet might just be getting pulled back into these memories through the eyes of her niece. "For over a year my niece / believed the moon took my airplane / and wouldn´t let me go, but/ Where is my mom? she asks?" (from "Paradox").  Just as we hit the midpoint of the book, we feel we´re in for something a little bit darker. 
"Tourniquet" is that poem that bridges the gap and brings us from the past to the present: a series of poems about her current home in Romania. If anything, I wasn´t ready for such a shift. I wanted a little bit more of that past; something to keep stirring memories of my own as the poems so far had done with hammer blows of splendor. If anything, I don´t think Skurtu is finished writing this book, and maybe that´s a good thing. As oftentimes with travel, with moving away from home, we get a much larger perspective of the past and what really happened. It takes time, but I´m sure this will come to light in her writing in the coming years.  "I´m beginning to realize my long poem / may be the person I can´t avoid, / a snake in the blade of a lawnmower, / striped segments curling in the air / and slapping onto my thighs / a blood just like mine."  (from "Long Poem, Bucharest" )  As a reader, I for one am looking forward to seeing where this particular poetic journey leads us. 
This collection is the moments between the band leaving the stage and the encore. 

The Amoeba Game is available from www.eyewearpublishing.com 


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stopgap grace

1/18/2018

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"Stopgap Grace feels like the chronicles of a ghost drifting from city to city, down labyrinthine streets where history bleeds from coffee shop walls and each moment of pause is shattered by the juxtaposition of change. It is both celebratory and melancholy, like a love letter to the world on the eve of its destruction. McCarthy’s debut collection is a work of spellbinding beauty." 
​Stephen Murray

My debut poetry collection Stopgap Grace is now out from Salmon Poetry. 
I´m excited to announce this to the world as it´s the culmination of about 10 years of work, cropped, chopped, scented and seasoned and packaged ever so deftly between a cracking cover by Jennifer Bada. I´ll also be embarking on a few readings and launches, so check out the Tour page and come along and say hi. 
​The book can be bought by clicking the button below:
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Dorianne Laux & Joseph Millar in Vienna

9/3/2017

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Dorianne Laux & Joseph Millar will read at Cafe 7*Stern on Oct 10th at 8pm - with special guests Robert Hunter Jones, Shane O´Fearghail and Neil McCarthy.
On October 10th, in Cafe 7*Stern (Siebensterngasse 31, Wien 1070), I am excited to be playing host to both Dorianne Laux and Joseph Millar. Both will be in Vienna teaching workshops for the week, so naturally we twisted their creative arms and convinced them to read for us.  I will step up and do a few poems, as will my good friend and poet Robert Hunter Jones. Between poetry, legend has it Shane O´Fearghail might be on hand with some tunes.
​​Dorianne Laux’s fourth book of poems, Facts about the Moon (W.W. Norton), is the recipient of the Oregon Book Award. Laux is also author of Awake, What We Carry, and Smoke from BOA Editions, as well as Superman: The Chapbook and Dark Charms, both from Red Dragonfly Press. Recent poems appear in The American Poetry Review, Cimarron Review, Cerise Press, Margie, The Seattle Review, Tin House and The Valparaiso Review. Her fifth collection of poetry, The Book of Men, will be published by W.W. Norton in 2011. Laux lives with her husband, poet Joseph Millar, and teaches in the MFA Program at North Carolina State University.
Joseph Millar is the author of Fortune, from Eastern Washington University Press. His first collection, Overtime (2001) was finalist for the Oregon Book Award and the Robert H. Winner Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America. Millar grew up in Pennsylvania, attended Johns Hopkins University and spent 25 years in the San Francisco Bay area, working at a variety of jobs, from telephone repairman to commercial fisherman. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines including The Southern Review, TriQuarterly Review, Prairie Schooner, Shenandoah, DoubleTake, New Letters, Ploughshares, Manoa, and River Styx. His work has won fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts in Poetry, Montalvo Center for the Arts, Oregon Literary Arts and a 2008 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. In 1997 he gave up his job as a telephone installation foreman. He now lives in Raleigh, NC and teaches at Pacific University’s Low Residency MFA Program in Oregon and yearly at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, CA.
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New books: Elaine Feeney & Michael McGriff

5/12/2017

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PictureRise: Salmon Poetry
Ever since my first tentative steps into poetry, I have been fortunate to  have been  surrounded by people who  consistently raise the  bar.  The  Galway  scene of the mid 2000´s which I was 'born into' was  both   supportive and healthily  competitive. There was Kevin Higgins, Mary Madec, Lorna Shaughnessy, Stephen Murray and Dave Lordan to name a  few. And I mean a few. And also there from the  beginning was Elaine Feeney from just out the road, with a penchant for turning up at  the regular readings at BK´s Wine Bar or Over the Edge in the Galway  Library and  roughing us all up with some carefully delivered wallops.  In  fact, if there  are two  words that are missing from the cover of her third Salmon Poetry collection, they  are "Continue to". 

Not since Brendan Kennelly´s The Man Made of Rain have I read such a vivid and raw tale of recovery. From the very first line of Hindering Hercules, three poems in, ("There´s nothing holy about dying on a hospital ward.") I´m ready to be taken on this trip. That this poem appears at the start of the book was either carefully planned, or a coincidental stroke of brilliance. It blows every brick out of the wall of reservedness that a reader might naturally hold onto until later poems.  In the very next poem In the Way we hear a somewhat quieter, accepting voice "relieved that machines/ now speak for me / put me on guard/ in the middle of the / resuscitation bed".  The line breaks are short, like measured breaths. A little calm before we are headfirst into Antaeus, who, according to Greek mythology, was invincible as long as he remained in contact with the earth. In her recovery, the poet leaving the bed, leaving the house "like a wheel free dinky / car tumbling" is that very risk when it could all go south. The coffee table becomes a coffin table and in turn it becomes another object to let go of. Line by line, we slide our shoulders under hers, prop her up and walk to the end of this poem with her. 
This though is not merely a collection of recovery. Feeney picks up from her previous collection The Radio was Gospel in addressing her family with heartfelt poems such as Jack and Venturia Inaequalis - reminders of how precious time really is; a concept which, perhaps, in this latest book exudes gravity. For me though, The Harvest is the poem with which this book really bares its teeth. And I´d been waiting for it. As mentioned, in her previous collection Feeney demonstrates a remarkable variety and shift in her tone, subject matter and language; the poems coming quickly like jabs to test the distance and defense of the opponent. In this sense, Mass was the uppercut to land us on the canvas. In Rise, we have The Harvest to execute the same action: a brutal and ferocious piece of social commentary reflecting on one of Ireland´s darkest histories. You just have to read it to know. 
A brushstroke of lyricism and headbutt of honesty: all in all, brilliant as both an achievement and a collection from Elaine Feeney and one which you should buy here from Salmon Poetry. 
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Michael McGriff is man who is alive to his senses.  When a friend of mine in Vienna gave me Dismantling the Hills, I read it and thought "Okay...let´s see what you got."  Home Burial found its way into my satchel next and kicked out all the other books. By the time I had had a sniff at Black Postcards, I couldn´t wait for Early Hour. What I will say off the bat is that I have never been to or know anything about the Pacific Northwest, but McGriff has that envious knack of being able to make the reader feel as if they grew up there. He has an arsenal of similes and metaphors that makes this latest collection easily one of the most descriptively refreshing books I´ve read in a long long time. 

This is a book-length sequence inspired by the painting Frühe Stunde by German painter Karl Hofer. It´s the second time the writer has challenged himself in this way (following the joint project Our Secret Life in the Movies with J.M. Tyree) and the result is a book which wouldn´t be out of place in a gallery. In the title poem, McGriff dabs his brush into the night to paint the morning: "In this room lit up / like the throatlatch / of a horse, like sea-foam / under the breeze of a black moon."  The poem is a cascade of imagery which deftly sets up what this collection is going to do: address the subject of the painting - (when)... "a bucket of sparks / empties onto the mantle-dark / shoulders of the early hour, / you become the early hour. "
The poems that flow after this brilliantly combine the physical and the romantic. There is repetition without anything becoming repetitive. Such is the vividness of McGriff´s brush strokes, it´s sometimes hard to distinguish whether the romance lies between the narrator and the surrounding landscape or the narrator and the living body for whom this landscape serves as a gorgeous counterpart. "When I say you have the beauty / of a dirt road / I mean you have thin shoulders / that twist in me / like the fault lines / in a minor planet´s moon."  (Letter Sewn into the Hem of a Dress made of Smoke)  Poems such as this bring us close to Hofer´s painting before the very next page places us outside the window, outside the frame, on the dirt road, in the fields, in the grass by the creek, on the river bank where "The moon is fishing for compliments / along the sandbar" (Sleeping beside White River) . It´s as if the poems wander as often as the thoughts of the narrator watching over his sleeping muse. 
I will not suggest that the writer intended to tease the reader, but what I will tell you is that this book is filled with humdingers, punctuated by the Black Postcards that fizzle and pop like sudden moments of early hour genius that we wish we had written down. 
I will suggest that this is a book you invest in, and, if you too are a poet, read Overlook, Cape Arago and then the last poem of the collection, I am an Ox in the Year of the Horse, and see if you can resist clapping in a public space at the last two lines of each. 
Early Hour is available here.

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Post-Doolin Writers' Weekend....

3/9/2016

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A brilliant weekend in Doolin is still fresh in the mind. You couldn't ask for a more stunning & isolated backdrop than the west coast of Clare to be stuck with a great bunch of writers and attendees. Huge shout out and thanks to Hotel Doolin and Donal Minihane for putting the weekend together and looking after us, also to Stephen Murray for the tip of the hat and for untouchable MC-ing skills. It was also great to see and hang out with again some of the features (some pics below) - Elaine Feeney (what a reading!), Dave Lordan, Billy Ramsell, Elizabeth Reapy, June Caldwell - and a very entertaining Salmon Anthology reading by Trevor Conway, Paul Casey, Knute Skinner, Sarah Clancy & John Sexton to name a few! And as for the Bogman's Cannon Open Mic... that needs to be filmed next year! 
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Doolin Writers' Weekend

1/26/2016

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 I must say I am really looking forward to getting back to the podium/mic/megaphone - or even a table with a few pints and like-minded individuals with a couple of pints of stout. 

I have never been to the Doolin Writers' Weekend but from what I've heard it's a great few days. A stellar lineup - a great location - a host that is pumping new life into the wild west coast. 

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Whisking the words - part 2

5/28/2015

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After a few blistering hot weeks in Vienna, we're on our way to autumn (if the shop window displays are anything to go by!) 
So on September 8th, come and join us at The Vienna Globe for some whiskey and poetry. Fingers crossed, it will be whiskey weather by then. but then, when isn;t a good time for a whiskey I ask you? 

The first evening, where attendees will share a poem - either their own work or someone else´s - will take place in The Vienna Globe on Zieglergasse 65, Vienna 1070. (details and tickets below). It will be a relaxed, informal, friendly evening of chat and banter with words and of course the grain... For the first evening, I have talked with the Whisky Experts (www.whiskyexperts.net) at Pot Still on Strozzigasse and between us we´ve selected 4 quality Irish whiskeys (with per chance a bonus whiskey if I think that the contribution of the poets merits it!) There will also be food and the chance to shake hands and meet new friends. 



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Debut collection, Stopgap Grace, available from Salmon Poetry.  "Like a love letter to the world on the eve of its destruction" Stephen Murray
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