I’m not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades – it ’tis.
Category Archive: April 13
I’ve nothing against the Queen personally. I had lunch at the Palace once upon a time.
Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.
I’ve said it before about the Nobel Prize: it’s like being struck by a more or less benign avalanche. It was unexpected, unlooked for, and extraordinary.
I spend almost every morning with mail.
The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful, to get a surge of inner life or inner supply or unexpected sense of empowerment, to be afloat, to be out of yourself.
In fact, in lyric poetry, truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.
The day I entered St Columb’s College, my parents bought me a Conway Stewart pen. It was a special afternoon, of course. We were going to be parting that evening; they were aware of it, I was aware of it, nothing much was said about it.
Poems that come swiftly are usually the ones that you keep.
I don’t think my intelligence is naturally analytic or political.