Irish Poetry

Congratulations to Craigavon's Séamus Fox for securing the first prize winnings of 200 euro at last night's All Ireland Poetry Slam...

Along the flight-path of angels was a village called Poetry where stir the artful dawn-dropped moments pictured three floors above a flat ce...

TAZZ Sometimes, at night the same darkness shares the same table we pull this swollen current across: this river, this stream and ocean of m...

Conceptualist Tony Gormley , a substantially subsidised intellectual ex-public schoolboy and deep thinking sculptor whose rusty works supply...

What is the Muse but Memory of a great tradition, Finnegas and Finn McCool speaking the meaning of *éces* - which the modern Irish word for ...

At five past Tuesday celebral lunatics talking of relevance on art boards in cyberspace gather sound claiming to make patterns of exchange w...

I just received an e mail which is both laughable and interesting as it raises a fundamental question about Freedom of Speech: Dear Backgrou...

The 14 psuedo-autobiographical second world war books of 91 year old Danish author Sven Hassel , (translated into 19 languages), stands up t...

Rupert Brooke was dreadfull bore who never wanted da de da more de da de da de da de da da and who wrote with a rubbish hand de da de da de ...

Eyelet For Gillian Decommissioned by sleep I wrestle a dream’s surface tension to near breaking point- disarmed in her weightless arms. * Ho...

I was never a rugby fan. I hated it. Rugby was a shite game for thickos. The rules were more baffling than cricket. A load of fat fellas hud...

*** We love the English, Irish Scottish and Welsh but not the Briton preaching imperialism. *** Trevor the Tramp *** Carol Anne Duffy is a ...

Rooms. Writing-rooms writers reconnoitre and delve into, in search of some spine-tingling inspiration begotten by chancing upon notebooks, d...

Birds, the symbol of our souls and deeply embedded in myth and mystical literature the world over, represent the ultimate freedom a poet can...

The day begins at dawn Just before the rush of pure cut chit chit chattin gets surround sound switch on boiling into life. They’re talking o...

There are so many great American poets working, and so few reliable recommenders to know who they are who champion them. I chanced across th...

Woke early this morning To the sounds of you leaving Clipping the wings Of a new day dawning. I grieve-like, then cleave To space in bed Whe...

Dún Fhearghusa (Newgrange) on a bend in the Boyne valley, 5000 years old and restored by Prof. Michael J. O’Kelly, from the Department of Ar...

Every Saturday and Sunday, three second-hand bookstalls appear in Dublin's Temple Bar Square, a stones-throw from the river Liffey. One ...

Good Friday? Grant me sleep Even in this raw shaking spring - And a new bird in a tree. Fill me With your Good news, Or mould me In your red...