Your Manuscript for “Open Voice” Max, my partner, has just sent his finished manuscript to his publisher. If you are an acting teacher or even “a voice” look out for it. I will keep you posted. Your New Book (For Max Hafler on completion of “Open Voice”) Your book is all about making the…
Embracing Gaia One: The following sequence of videos is an attempt to address the planetary crisis most frequently described by the symptom of “global warming”. I say “symptom” because “global warming” is in a sense only one aspect of our disregard and ignorance of our planetary interdependence: our psychological ill-health and its related physical illnesses…
DUCHESS OF MALFI BLACK BOX THEATRE GALWAY (Till Saturday) BOX OFFICE: 091-569777 This is an extraordinary production and probably the only performance we will see in Ireland for a long time. I went to the preview last night which was also students’ night: a rather dull audience I felt and only a small number of…
Pastel Shades A Christmas poem, about failing libido maybe or a dullness that seeps into the bones in winter and later life. Perhaps what Dylan Thomas calls the “dying of the light”; not that there is much rage in this poem, it is more a complaint about a general lack of intensity in a dull…
In Ennerdale Last July my niece Jenny and I went wild camping to the English Lake District and this is a poem about that memorable end of day experience of lake-light and vision. Ennerdale Water is the most westerly glaciated lake in Cumbria, very deep and the area has been designated for “re-wilding”….well I…
Healing in Poetry I have been reading Tara Bergin’s “This is Yarrow”, a collection of her poems shortlisted for The Irish Times/Dún Laoghaire “Poetry Now” competion which takes place from the 11th. to the 14th. September. See http://www.mountainstosea.ie There are several other poets shortlisted and this formed the basis for a summer read-in of my…
Another poem from my trip to The Lake District with my niece Jenny. The photo is not Angle Tarn but it is such a great photo of Jenny’s I thought I would use it. The importance of not losing the adventure of youth and in many ways reconnecting with it later again is so…
Wild camping at Red Tarn My niece Jenny and I have been camping and walking in the English Lake District for a week. There were several highlights, apart from enjoying each others companionship, one of which was a shared meditation we did in late afternoon on the trail with most other walkers gone home. We…
In the Market The lad behind the stall sells me garlic and early potatoes. He isn’t pushy so I return each week to chat and buy. Watching him today in baggy pants I express amused concern as he unloads a box of apples and rises stiff with pain. Eager to help and meet him, with…
Here is a new elegaic poem about the young men who die every few months or so it seems in my home city of Galway, on the River Corrib, on the wild North Atlantic. Its pubs were once described in a Rough Guide to Ireland as full of “a sullen hedonism” which much amused…
The Hug of Gaia 