Three of its four third-floor windows were bricked over and its large front door was covered with a thick iron sheet. The opposite can also be true. A few days before this I visited the half-demolished Orpheus Building on York Street, a five- story five bay red brick building, completed in for the Belfast Co-operative Society, which spent its life as a department store and ballroom, before it became part of the Belfast School of Art. This cast iron column, formerly an internal pillar, is destined for a visual art festival later in the year; the volute was a bonus.
You have to keep hope alive. He has extraordinary music.
The way he uses repetition. The particular way he will bring certain images back without that turning into structure. Pure desire kept alive in the act of writing by the way fragments recur. The silence — or anything else that resists the impulse to imagine, own, transform. A silence that will stay at bay for as long as it takes to get the thing said.
Writing in lines that are longer than that, because they are really unsayable or ungraspable in one breath unit for the most part and since our desire is to grasp them in one breath unit causes us to read the line very quickly.
And the minute you have that kind of a rush in the line emphasized perhaps by the absence of commas and other interpretive elements what you have is a very different relationship with the silence: You have fear in the rush that can perhaps cause you to hear the fearful in what is rushed against.
And so you have to rush those words into it. But the calm assurance of the standard English line has always interested and troubled me.
The voice in that book was, in fact, so aware of the overriding presence of the white space that it just tried to mash words into that space. To create the sensation of that gravitational weight.
As if to build cell by cell a fabric that could take the weight of eternity into it — like human tissue. It moved me this morning when I read it, out of the context of the entire poem:Belfast poet, Ciaran Carson, chats about writing and reads some of his work.
Both Stephen and Ciaran (Stephen is an ex-student of Ciaran’s) have done this in their work, and both are very successful poets. A Letter from the U.P. Line Sanders, Barbara The Night I Ate Sushi for the First Time Sanders, Bonny Barry In the Writing Room of the American Colony Hotel in Jerusalem Kameen, Paul Locus #12 Kanfer, Allen by Ciaran Carson Around the Edges of Nonsense Rockabye Critic West, Robert H.
Why the World Isn't Flat. Instead, I want to use it as a sort of backdrop against which to discuss the mapping of urban space in the poetry and prose of the Belfast-based writer Ciaran Carson, and to examine in particular the ways in which his writing of the city itself probes the logic and limits of maps and the connections they make visible.
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The Romans never conquered Ireland, although it is a matter of controversy whether they actually set foot on the island. The Forward Prize; the Poetry Book Fair she said: it can be accusatory, a call, intimate, general; can become a space rather than a pronoun.
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