oin us for an Evening with Poets- Cathy Galvin (With her new collection- 'Ethnology: a love song for Connemara') and John F. Deane with his latest book 'Jonah and Me'. Both poets will be reading and giving insight into their work on the night.
The Event takes place on Tuesday 24th March from 6pm.
'Ethnology'
Ethnology draws on the mystical cry for the dead of Cathy Galvin's Irish-speaking ancestors. Within an epic narrative she reclaims place, people and language, creating a bridge between our own times and a Connemara community on the margins of Europe. Drawing on classic forms within literary and oral traditions, Ethnology becomes a love song for Connemara, witness to vivid encounters: between the living and the dead and between the poets, folklorists and ethnologists who have written about the West of Ireland for their own agendas. In this debut book-length collection, fragility and strength are finely balanced, focused on the ruins of an island cottage built by her great-grandfather. Here, Cathy Galvin locates both mourning, humour and joy. The poems give a vivid, original voice to the tradition of keening, of honouring the loss of those we love.
'Jonah and Me'
Ireland’s foremost living religious poet, the new book includes a sequence, ‘Of Human Flesh’, which takes Easter’s rituals as its occasion, and dwells on its continuing purchase and meaning as the poet remembers others and walks a landscape where, sometimes, as he puts it, the spiritual and material worlds come together:
‘all here fits
together, oxbow and pillow-stone, holon and fractal,
stunning, admonishing, this morphogenic field.’
The poems bear witness to a number of different Irelands, and one memorable sequence tracks a family heirloom, a carriage clock, through three different marriages in 1897, 1906 and 1940. Alive to what is comical and even enchanting, his steadfast faith is as well captured in his grip on a childhood memory of Jonah, his ‘Bunnacurry mule, big and raw, / stubborn in hardship and unwilling’, with whom he is partnered in what the poem calls a ‘slow, uncomely, cosmic dance’.