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Forgot Password? I can hear her voice. She would lean in with an emphatic whisper. I love the illustrations — very painterly washes, loosely sketched, and set at the seashore. Matched with poems, the combination offered entry into far off worlds in a close way — and made possible words and the visual co-creating a mutual and unique manifestation, outcome, impact.
I write from home, at a long narrow wooden table, with lots of light coming in from glass along the south — which faces the mountain. I store paintings, artefacts, books lots and lots by friends from Provincetown, Oberlin, New York, San Francisco, Berkeley , and correspondence upstairs now until the floor gives in! Downstairs, the window meets the mountain. There is a lot of natural light, light walls with colourful paintings and Tibetan khatas, and a sliding glass door that lets out onto a deck so low I call it a patio.
The galley kitchen is only about ten paces away so coffee or tea await.
And, best: there are instruments and a stereo nearby. Deer, fox, turkey, hawk, cardinal, robin, blue jay pass by. Whenyoung slipped in there recently. Some of my favourite talismans are rocks, sticks, driftwood, tiny toys, broken ceramic. I use some when I teach poetry. I have particular affinities for a shell that looks like it wanted to show the hours and years of its formation, morphing like a hand stretching through eons of ocean, to be here now, like us. Another favourite object is a tiny globe a deaf mute gave me.
I like to think I can carry the world with me, that I can care for it, actually.
They came to Dublin for a reason. The runaway bride from Sibiu, Romania, and the country girls from Killiney, Limerick, Howth, and County Cork. dynipalo.tk - Buy Around the Block on Parnell Square: Nine Stories book online at best prices in India on dynipalo.tk Read Around the Block on Parnell Square.
The way a bird does an egg in a nest. Their owners are on top of every new book and hold events with grace and impeccable efficiency the latter of which puts my fumbling in awe. Out west, the Kenny family has been very kind to me.
And East End Books in Provincetown, where I read nine months back as my father listened, before he passed away. The shop is on Provincetown Harbour, and you can almost taste the salt.
But would it be too honest to say I love each shop that carries my books? Any moment in the sun. Anywhere, by which we compare our gratitudes equally; a poem you find and savour for an essential part of your everlasting life, as a song — R. I arrived in Ireland in I was one of fewer than twenty students from a school in Ohio called Oberlin. Oberlin was beginning their first Dublin Programme and I applied well, by default, really.
Actually, I was hoping to be accepted into the London Programme where I could pursue an early interest in theatre. Fate intervened and Dublin turned out to be the place for me from the get-go and all of Ireland for that matter , for this is an island and a country where poetry seemed to me to be around every corner and close to the tongue.
Later, I thought about Ireland as my destiny — fulfilling an ancestral circle.
The astounding natural beauty — cliffs and snug places — and the sensible living, so close to the land even in the cities: the scale is, for the most part, a reasonable exchange with the land offers an embrace bridging time. Even your roads give way to the land, to the island.
I love how turf aroma invigorates me, as if the soil of Ireland and my own cells are of the same cosmic DNA. I have interior music in me in Ireland that the exterior excites. I lived in Rathmines, like my protagonist does initially, and I attended class in rented space on Merrion Square. Not to give too much of the plot away, but I lived with a shadow of the story for decades. I knew I had to write it when I lost my job Lebanon College went bankrupt and the empty space in my life as my two children were becoming adults told me like a repeated echo: now is the time to write the story that was born in Rathmines.
They exist in the present. But the seeds were these: what are you going to do with your life now that so much time has had its way with you — and you are still not a star. I wore poetry to the scraps, just like a certain tired jacket in the novel. I wanted grief to celebrate sometimes; some times more than when the wind forces the seed.