In a sense (of history), I have a personal recollection of General Phil Sheridan and his arrival at the battlefield at Cedar Creek on October 19, 1864 when he rallied a beaten Union Army and launched…Continue
I absolutely loved this short film by Wild Geese member and fellow County Tyrone author, Colin Broderick.
It's called "Smile," and it's a visual poem set in New York. Lyrical and melancholic, like so much Irish poetry, it is, in the end an uplifting story of transformation and renewal.
Geneticists at Trinity College, Dublin have recently discovered that the Irish gene pool is the least diluted in all of Europe if not indeed, the world. They have also discovered that the Irish traveling people (tinkers) are purely…Continue
Most weekends, I get up at ungodly hours and go to the local flea market to look for interesting books. I usually arrive at 7:00 a.m. or so when they are still unpacking. The dealers there bid on storage units and end up with all sorts of miscellaneous stock, among which are the books I…Continue
Oh! to return to that time, place and space of yesterday's papers. Back when I was young, undaunted and sure of nothing, stronger than an oak, spellbound in innocence. Back when being seventeen was wide-eyed and ‘rarin to go, driven by the magical, heady arrogance of youth. Back to that time of transitional transmissions when the curtain was torn down, rent…Continue
Added by John Anthony Brennan on September 12, 2014 at 10:00am — No Comments
I wrote this poem after months of studying Yeats' work and life for my undergrad thesis. One night, I found a BBC recording of him reading "The Lake Isle of Innisfree." I finally got to hear the voice I had been reading for so long and the moment took my breath away. This poem resulted from that experience.…Continue
He glides across the smooth lakes’ surface,
but she is nowhere in sight.
Stately he moves on ever through the night.
A moonbeam beckons to a hidden place,
where once they did dwell.
Fasted now! Maybe she lays there
and love again might they share.
But no earthly sign now, only pain.
Mute and no sound…Continue
Added by John Anthony Brennan on August 14, 2014 at 9:00am — No Comments
What is it, Anu?
This water pouring across the plain
Of Desmond to the sea.
Down the limestone steps of karsted hills.
Through furrowed fields and into the wild Atlantic’s…Continue
Atop the mystical hill of Tara stands the stone of Fal, one of four treasures brought to Ireland by the Tuatha de Dannan. It is otherwise known as the ‘stone of destiny.’ There, through the ages, all ard ri (high kings) were crowned. Marriage ceremonies took place there also. These rites were always blessed by the Druid, the holy man of the Celtic peoples. The Brehons, the…Continue
Added by John Anthony Brennan on August 9, 2014 at 11:00am — No Comments
My writing has always been deeply influenced by the Irish writers whose inspiration prompted me to pick up the quill and follow in their footsteps. This is my humble tribute to William Butler Yeats ...
I went down to the cool, dark woods,
when night owls were on the wing.
On earthly ghosts and raging floods
embraced my lonely…
Added by John Anthony Brennan on August 7, 2014 at 2:30pm — No Comments
The one where the river flows ever onward to its birthplace, carrying the tortured history, winding slow with measured precision, to cast upon the ocean. Down where the sacred hills, those silent sentinels to the glorious but tragic past, keep watch in painful solitude. Down where the spirits keen and await each dawn…Continue
"A writer is not interested in explaining reality. He’s only interested in capturing it.” ~ Brendan Kennelly.
Inside my father's bones lie a million secrets.
Secrets passed down the long chain from…Continue
"Mrs. McGrath" is a song telling the story of a woman whose son enters the British Army, and returns seven years later having lost his legs to a cannonball fighting against…
by Patrick Bonar
Frances Browne was born at Upper Main Street, Stranorlar…Continue
Added by The Wild Geese on May 2, 2014 at 6:00am — No Comments
April 20-26, 2014 is Cowboy Poetry Week. I thought I would share one of my own poems, written in 2007, a tribute to te Irish cowboy.
Right: Jeff Streeby, Cowboy Poet, in the dining room of Man of Aran Cottage, Inis Mor (©2005 C.E.Devine ~ Rincon Creek…
Added by Bit Devine on April 25, 2014 at 12:30am — No Comments
'Noir by Noir West'
This event was the launch of a collection of short fiction by 30 Irish authors. The book’s…
Added by Kelly O'Rourke on April 18, 2014 at 8:00am — No Comments
I recently sat down with the Director of the Cúirt International Festival of Literature, Dani Gill (picture above). The Cúirt festival is in its 29th year here in Galway, and they have gone from strength to strength as one of the premier literature festivals in all the world. Writers and…Continue
Enjoying its final year as a 20-something-year-old (the festival was founded in 1985), the 2014 Cúirt International Festival of Literature is back and ready to satiate the appetites of literature enthusiasts from all over the world. Running from Tuesday, April 8th…Continue
Added by The Wild Geese on April 7, 2014 at 5:30am — No Comments
The Wild Swans at Coole
by William Butler Yeats
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Added by Bit Devine on April 4, 2014 at 12:00pm — No Comments