4.0 out of 5 stars
A Signed Copy?, 13 Jan. 2005
Here are twelve poems contained in thirty pages.
While most are charming, and it is evident that
the author loves language, I would say that he is
operating under a provisional licence in its use.
Too often one phrase is piled on another, where a
little paring down would have served better. In four
or five of them and especially in 'Translation' and
'Reading' his individual 'voice' begins to emerge.
What is it about? It is Irish. It ranges over the island
from Belfast Lough to New Grange, back to Lough Neagh and
Carrickfergus with excursions to Carolina and Tokyo. We
are introduced briefly to 9th century scribe monks, frogs,
pearl fishers, eccentric churchmen and Valley girls. It
ends where it begins, by Belfast Lough, with a Sunday
constitutional and ruminations on books and bookmen at
the writer's desk. It will be interesting to see where
this writer goes next.