Irish Poetry

One of the most instructive recorded readings i have heard -- and by far the book of poetry which affected me most since arriving in Dublin ...

Presence A string of dust drops from the corner of the ceiling in to the small room below --- first still, then stirred softly into motion b...

Hacks being appalled at the Taste their rivals display, was de rigeur online last week, and guardian books bloke editor...brave chief litera...

Blood and the Moon --- Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, masteri...

At the core of this blog, is a very perplexing question, asked in a language that challenges any potential responder to the full. If the pe...

Even non-bardic heads buried sand-like and ignorant - the straw wo/men of our bunch - stubbornly count time within; spell a game between wha...

Trams heaving up West Street. The extra weight of an ice-cream Bank Holiday and flecks of blood Bubbling from the night before Like so...

A bardic return to ignorance - after a while in the woods hunting for clues to the poetic art - has left empty a scabbard-skein within, shea...

Rustling farm dig sniff utterly iambic, trochee sea/s lipped and DG kip L hair bee gad verily it's wand, go'er open r elm of a ficti...

MY GARDEN I thought it a summer twilight, this green pool of light, flowers brightly swimming and all alight, a snail kiss the skin caught d...

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The constant rolling dice that never fall stack up the chips of our existence and some days we’re so lucky - the search seeming easy with r...

Sprung from Rome via France, we came to Kernow first. The foot of Prydain Fawr, a frozen island of twenty four Pretani Brython speaking pre-...

The video below won the best political video in the youtube awards, and has had one and three quarter million views. In this multi-media vi...

Happy St Patricks day.

A long-boned boy gliding in rain beneath the rise or fall, any weather in the city he'd sometimes sight rolling in at the river bend, cl...

Sinead Lohan, singing Bob Dylan's To Romona.

You read strangely wound letters in the noble dead silence of a deep dumb worth we wrote in pulsations of faith and flash'd doubts dwell...

. in the nemetons of cyberville, where various Mystery rites of the very many Mysteries celebrating life, are practiced by lovers of wisdom ...

The original alphabet, which Graves concocts his ultimately highly flawed sprawling White Goddess tome with; is called Ogam. It is named a...