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‘a silence that unsettles itself’: Notes on Lockdown Poetics

In a recent video call a friend told me that this third lockdown, which has now been extended until the end of April, feels different, more relentless, more unending, to the others. This feeling is compounded by a multivalent sense of the temporal. Days pass both too quickly and too slowly, putting us through drastic … Continue reading ‘a silence that unsettles itself’: Notes on Lockdown Poetics

A Place for Everyone: Reframing the Irish Literary Canon

By Sinéad Creedon of Sonder Magazine *** Growing up in Ireland, I read a shockingly little amount of Irish literature. In school, I was taught that there were rules to writing; show, don’t tell. Beginning, middle, end. Introduction, climax, conclusion. Sentences and grammar, paragraphs and syntax. When I think back on it, the only pieces … Continue reading A Place for Everyone: Reframing the Irish Literary Canon

‘you know its ilk’ – on Small Town Violence in Colin Barrett’s Young Skins

When I think about Colin Barrett’s Young Skins (2013) I think about rooms. Locked rooms, filthy rooms, cubicles, cloakrooms. I am reminded of the elderly mother who is locked inside her own bathroom in ‘Calm with Horses’, the key later fed through the gap beneath the door, after her middle-aged son is beaten to a … Continue reading ‘you know its ilk’ – on Small Town Violence in Colin Barrett’s Young Skins