Showing posts with label Karl Parkinson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karl Parkinson. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2014

"Taking E Bath" by Karl Parkinson A Short Story





I am very pleased to be able to share with my readers another powerful short story by Karl Parkinson.



Bio



Karl Parkinson is a writer from Dublin, Ireland. 
His debut collection of poetry Litany of the City & Other Poems was published by Wurmpress in 2013.
His work has been published in If Ever You Go: A map of Dublin in poetry and song, Dublin OneCity, Onebook choice 2014(Dedalus press), New Planet Cabaret anthology(New Island & RTE Radio), The Stinging Fly, Penduline, The poetry Bus, Can Can, and many more. He is spoken word editor at the Literary, arts web journal Colony.ie.

My Q and A with Karl


My post on Karl's powerful collection of poems, Litany of the City & Other Poems


Dave Lordan's  excellent interview with Karl


Here are my opening thoughts on his collection:

Karl Parkinson's Litany of The City and Other Poem is almost a Leaves of Grass of the dark side of Dublin.   There is to me a kind of deep paradox inherent in his works.   There is a reveling in things most would turn their faces from, junkies, young girls giving blow jobs for heroin, natural geniuses on the dole, beer cans all over a filthy apartment in the projects expressed in what most see as the most elite literary form, the poem.  The poems speak for those without their own voice.   It takes a very cultivated person too truly focus on Karl's works, one whose life style and background will often make him a near tourist in the world of these poems.   The literary roots of Parkinson, he refers to them, are Blake, Burroughs, Ginsburg,Whitman and Joyce.  I can see Joyce in some of the "catalogues" in "Litany of the City".  I can see Whitman nursing a 18 year old fatally injured Civil War soldier and knowing he will not last the night reading these works and feeling an almost paternal pride.  Whitman  wishes he could have sex with the soldier before he dies.  I see Blake rewriting "Litany of The City" as a prophecy book, I see Burroughs asking where the cheapest heroin can be found and I see Joyce taking it all in with a blink of his eye and wondering if it is ok to ask Ginsburg if he wants to talk through the night with him.  I see Frieda howling.   Jean Rhys stops by and thinks to herself, "there is real potential here".  She'll  stop back in twenty years.  

Taking ‘E’ Bath

By Karl Parkinson
 
We wer all sittin der in de gaff wit de Aunites an uncles. De Ma.
De fuckin aul fella an all. Sharon’s dressed up te de nines for de debs and her fella little Jocker is in de suit wanna see de state of him hair all gelled back an all,
thought he was the fuckin bizz he did.
So everyone’s getting stuck in te de cans an we’re poppin out for spliffs in de garden having a great time.
A few of us dropped a few bumble bee’s aswell. Why not ya know? 
 
When de yokes kicked in we wer having a bleddin cracker of time.
Dancing wit de aul ones, flirtin wit de youngones, just havin a proper sesh, like.
Next of all I look around an can’t fuckin see Yonkers anywhere an I’m askin dem all where is he?
Cause ya know tha cunt he’s always getting too outta of it an up te no good.
Nobody’s seen em in awhile then Jimmy says he went de jacks about 20 minutes ago.
 
So I says better go up an see what’s de fuckin story with em.
I goes up de stairs pass de bleedin queue, birds all doing little dances holdin der fannys burstin for a piss.
I bangs on de door like an says
‘Are ya in der Yonkers?’
‘Yea, pal, be out in a bit.’
‘In a bit, yer in der 25 minutes ya mad cunt ya, a load a birds out here are pissin
demselves.’
‘Be out in a bit pal, don’t worry bout dem birds, they’ll be grand pal.’
‘Let me in for sec pal, I need te have a piss come on lads can piss together,
ya seen my nob loads a times anyway, ha-ha!’
‘Ok pal I’ll let ya in now.’
 
So I’m in de fuckin door, locks it behind me an this mad cunt is in de nip
Climbin in te de bath.
Fukin steam comin out of it, ya cant see in de mirror, fuckin sauna like.
He has his clothes folded nice an neat on de floor an he’s just lying in de bath like nuttin’s wrong wit it, he’s fuckin red raw man, an he say’s te me
‘Bit cold in here pal isin it?’
A bit fuckin cold is it, here let me runa bit more hot in der for yea so.
De fuckin water is boilin an dis fat cunt is in der like a bleedin lobster sayin it’s cold ha-ha-ha-ha.
I’m tryin te explain te em that we’re not in his gaff, wer in Sharons and er whole family’s down stairs but he just doesn’t give a bollox ya know?
So I’m thinking I have te get em outta dis bath an down stairs quick. 
So I say’s let me give ya a head massage pal that’ll be lovely with de bath.
He’s gameball for that. So he’s der wit de eyes closed in de fuckin bath, chillin te bits like, an I’m massagin em wit one hand an runnin de hot water wit de other till de bath is like fuckin lava or sometin, right?
He fuckin starts pumpin sweat and is going fuckin redder than a United jersey.
Then I just slaps em in de face real hard te snap em outta wha ever buzz he’s on like.
 
He fuckin jumps up and starts screamin, fukin lookin around de room like wha de fuck am I doin in de bath, like?
Ya wanna see em getting out de bath in de nip his cock was burned he’s legs were so fuckin red, fat arse on em, bleeding gas man.
 
He just puts on his clothes an me an him walk out de bathroom an pass all de birds laughin are heads off liek nuttins wrong here an him with a big red tomato head on em.
We get te de end of de stairs an ya know what dis mad cunt says te me?
He turns around and says
‘I feel real fresh now pal, anymore a dem yokes, me buzz is after wearin off a bit over tha bath, ya know?’
What did I do?
I gave him another two pill didn’t I?
I mean, what’s a mate for ya know like?
 
Karl Parkinson 

End

Mel u

Thursday, March 13, 2014

"Confession" - A Short Story by Karl Parkinson






Bio



Karl Parkinson is a writer from Dublin, Ireland. 
His debut collection of poetry Litany of the City & Other Poems was published by Wurmpress in 2013.
His work has been published in If Ever You Go: A map of Dublin in poetry and song, Dublin OneCity, Onebook choice 2014(Dedalus press), New Planet Cabaret anthology(New Island & RTE Radio), The Stinging Fly, Penduline, The poetry Bus, Can Can, and many more. He is spoken word editor at the Literary, arts web journal Colony.ie.

My Q and A with Karl


My post on Karl's powerful collection of poems, Litany of the City & Other Poems


Dave Lordan's  excellent interview with Karl


Here are my opening thoughts on his collection:

Karl Parkinson's Litany of The City and Other Poem is almost a Leaves of Grass of the dark side of Dublin.   There is to me a kind of deep paradox inherent in his works.   There is a reveling in things most would turn their faces from, junkies, young girls giving blow jobs for heroin, natural geniuses on the dole, beer cans all over a filthy apartment in the projects expressed in what most see as the most elite literary form, the poem.  The poems speak for those without their own voice.   It takes a very cultivated person too truly focus on Karl's works, one whose life style and background will often make him a near tourist in the world of these poems.   The literary roots of Parkinson, he refers to them, are Blake, Burroughs, Ginsburg,Whitman and Joyce.  I can see Joyce in some of the "catalogues" in "Litany of the City".  I can see Whitman nursing a 18 year old fatally injured Civil War soldier and knowing he will not last the night reading these works and feeling an almost paternal pride.  Whitman  wishes he could have sex with the soldier before he dies.  I see Blake rewriting "Litany of The City" as a prophecy book, I see Burroughs asking where the cheapest heroin can be found and I see Joyce taking it all in with a blink of his eye and wondering if it is ok to ask Ginsburg if he wants to talk through the night with him.  I see Frieda howling.   Jean Rhys stops by and thinks to herself, "there is real potential here".  She'll  stop back in twenty years.  

Confession" by Karl Parkinson 
 
Man I remember when I fist saw her in de block she had them tight denim shorts on, real tight and legs that shined, de wer so smooth.
 
Her hair was jet black and long, straight all down her back. She loved her hair she did. Loved it. I, I, I loved her hair.
It was love at first sight.
I know, I didn’t believe in that either before it happened te me.
But it did. Maria Donnely, my Maria. So fuckin gorgeous she was.
Best looking bird in de flats, in Dublin even, best in de world te me anyway she was.
 
She had on that red bra top with de shorts and she had It all in de body man.
Curves in de right places but no belly, perfectly made by God for me ya know?
But she had de personality te go with it to.
Not like doze good looking stuck-up birds ya get, up der own whole, in love with dem selves and look down in yea.
No not Maria, she was kind, gentle, helped out others, took in all de strays cats, dogs, brothers, uncles, mates de lot.
Don’t get me wrong she had her moods and weird way like any of us.
Nobody’s perfect are de? But she was perfect for me ya know what I mean, like?
 
We were a great team together.
Had our mad days an all that, going out getting outta de bin on de E’s and hash, drinking, partys, all that when we were young and free, hah.
Not that she’ll ever get old now, I’m nor old, I’m only 43 and she was only 38 but I mean we done all that shit in our twentys before we had de kids, two of dem we have, well I suppose I have dem now, or me ma will.
Terry he’s 5 and Chantell she’s 3 and a half only, starting te look like her ma.
Liek her ma used te look before she got sick.
Got sick. Why do de say that? Like, ya cant get it.
Cancer its not soemthin ya catch is it?
It just comes up on ya or from ya doesn’t it?
Fuckin grows inside yea and eats at yea.
She had it in her womb and It spread quickly.
I’m kinda glad it was over quick and she was outtta her sufferin quickly like.
She had de chemo and that, all her beautiful long black hair fell out in clumps, terrlble it was.
She used te joke and start singing Nothing compares te you pretendin te be
Sinead O’ Conner, hah we used te laugh at that.
She said that te me, ya have te have a laugh don’t ya for fucksake.
 
At de end though der was no laughin really, not when she was in that bed.
Thin as paper she was and pure white even a bit yellow looking but still gorgeous te me.
She’ll always be my gorgeous Maria no matter what.
Man she was in such pain de morphine was doing its best, but at de end like it was so bad, so fuckin bad, lookin at her and hearin her in that fuckin bed and de bed was so white and she was so white all that white I just cant forget it, de whitness of de room.
Den when we were on our own, She, sh, s, she asked me, she put her hand around de back a me head and pulled me down and real soft like in me ear she said Paul, kill me, kill me Paul, I cant take anymore of dis, if ya love me Paul ya’ll do it for me.
So I did. I understood what I had te do.
like I said it spread so fast and de chemo and de morphine and all that nutin was gonna save her or take away de sufferin, so I did.
I kissed her and she kissed me just like de first time we kissed around de back of de pramshed when we were sixteen and nervous but dis was de last time and we really kissed with all de love we had for each other and we said I love you together and den I let de capsule fall in te her mouth and she bit on it and she shook for a bit, white foam and spit came out and it was fast and easy and I wiped her beautiful face and lips with the tissue, closed her eyes and kissed her forehead and that was it, it was over, thank God.




End

I thank Karl Parkinson for allowing me to share this story with my readers.

I will be posting another of his stories in a few days.


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Litany of the City and other Poems by Karl Parkinson (2013)

LM


Not long ago, in the company of Max u, I made my first ever trip to Ireland.  As "literary tourists" we saw the standard highlights, stayed in a hotel near Trinity University, ate at restaurants that had mostly tourist customers and Eastern European waiters.   I was deeply moved to see the place where "The Dead" was set while on the Hop On Hop Off Bus.   I recently read a very interesting book by R. F. Foster,The Irish Story, Telling Tales and Making it up in Ireland, in which he devotes a lot of space to detailing how Ireland has been turned into a cultural amusement park to draw in foreign money from tourists wanting to feel they had seen something real.   Ireland was portrayed as selling it's history to enrich, not the majority, but a narrow range of people.   There are even famine villages you can visit for seven euros or so, or you can do the twenty minute tour of the Jameson Museum for twenty euros.   The stores are full of Irish trinkets (made in China), you can pose in a Leprechaun outfit for a few euros.  The only problem is this is not Ireland.   The great, and it is great, literature of Ireland did not come from people who grew up in amusement park ready cottages, from people who were always pleasant to be around or who spoke with an exaggerated accent as a tour bus guide. They did not lead sanitized lives.   They did not turn their faces from the Ireland not on the leprechaun trail.  In my reading of Irish literature (I am just a reader, not a scholar at all) I am seeing in many of the short stories and novels I have read a conscious revolt against Irish romanticism, the vision of the idealized "happy" peasant yeoman working his little plot that Eamon de Valera wanted people to accept.   Joyce knew the Irish Literary Renaissance represented by Yeats and Lady Gregory might produce works of great beauty drawn from a deep love of Ireland, as they saw it, but it would fail from the deep "snobbism" inherent in the movement and the selfish social values behind their thinking.  I have spoken about Irish short story writers dealing with the "mean streets of Dublin or Galway".     I see Irish literature as in the process of working out issues coming from the legacy of 100s of years of colonialism, from trying to escape from the self image the English imposed on them as undisciplined, irresponsible, heavy drinking clowns.  I think back to what the father in Roddy Doyle's The Van said "The Irish are the niggers of Europe".   A long time ago when i was young and thought i knew everything I  came up with a bitter mantra, "When you live in shit, you learn to like it".   Much of modern Irish literature is kind of saying the same thing, only much better.  I am now starting in on modern Irish poetry, moving beyond Yeats.

Karl Parkinson's Litany of The City and Other Poem is almost a Leaves of Grass of the dark side of Dublin.   There is to me a kind of deep paradox inherent in his works.   There is a reveling in things most would turn their faces from, junkies, young girls giving blow jobs for heroin, natural geniuses on the dole, beer cans all over a filthy apartment in the projects expressed in what most see as the most elite literary form, the poem.  The poems speak for those without their own voice.   It takes a very cultivated person too truly focus on Karl's works, one whose life style and background will often make him a near tourist in the world of these poems.   The literary roots of Parkinson, he refers to them, are Blake, Burroughs, Ginsburg,Whitman and Joyce.  I can see Joyce in some of the "catalogues" in "Litany of the City".  I can see Whitman nursing a 18 year old fatally injured Civil War soldier and knowing he will not last the night reading these works and feeling an almost paternal pride.  Whitman also wishes he could have sex with the soldier before he dies.  I see Blake rewriting "Litany of The City" as a prophecy book, I see Burroughs asking where the cheapest heroin can be found and I see Joyce taking it all in with a blink of his eye and wondering if it is ok to ask Ginsburg if he wants to talk through the night with him.  I see Frieda howling.   Jean Rhys stops by and thinks to herself, "there is real potential here".  She'll  stop back in twenty years.  


 Dublin is the star of many of these poems.  One of the characteristics of Irish writers is the strong need of working out of their relationship to their past, much more than in other literatures.  It is very important to define one self as Irish, as if it is an identity that must be asserted, not simply assumed as a birthright.   

Parkinson is very much a poet of an urban world, he sings with total verisimilitude The Song of A City Boy.  He includes interesting poems about bars in New York City and Rio de Janeiro.  (I think the bar in Rio might be Help.).  He likes to look at people and can see deeply into them.   That is part of the love of pubs and bars in these poems.   These poems do not judge, they see.   They do not say near all they know..  These are in many way poems of close observation.  Here in Manila there are vast garbage dumps, people live all their lives in them scavenging what they can.  Most avoid seeing them, Parkinson could see the history of a country steeped in these dumps, see unspeakable cruelty and pain and the joys people use to escape knowing they will kill them.  He would see how poverty fuels the drug business and makes somebody far away in a mansion rich, how it fills the hostess bars and the brothels.  How it makes carrying  an expensive cell phone an invitation to murder.   The whip is in the grave.  

I have said before, the Irish love death, not just in an abstract way. Most of the people in these poems are headed for an early grave.   There are few old junkies.    The Irish  love oblivion,trances, mad geniuses you would be ill advised to loan a euro. Imagine Patrick Kavanuagn  walking the streets of Dublin in rags.   Imagine a woman on the Dole who has read all of Beckett and loves a drunken fool. The Irish do not take pride in ignorance.   I know it is odious to generalize and my response to this is, oh well, show me how I am wrong and I will thank you.


 I sort of think the shadow of James Joyce somehow blocks out "stupid" Irish writers but I don't have this theory fully worked out yet.  I still think one of the dominant themes of Irish literature is that of the missing or weak father.   Several of the very moving  opening poems of the collection deal directly with this.  I know a colonial reading of Irish literature is an "old" idea but so are the ideas of Blake and Whitman.  You can see  Orphic madness in 3000 year old near Eastern poems.  I do not think the Irish writers of 2013 have anywhere near worked out these issues even though those more read in Irish literature have told me I am off in this.  Just read Irish news online and you will see how betrayed the Irish are by their political fathers



I am very into the short stories of Desmond Hogan  (I met Karl at a reading by Desmond) and I see in these poems a working out of the themes in Desmond's stories. 

I am not all technically trained in poetry and I actually think this does not matter.  When I read a poet, I ask myself can I stretch my life experiences through her or his work, do they know something I don't, do I like the way they use words, do their words ring with truth, have they read deeply some good books, are they not afraid of the ugly truths about themselves.   In Parkinson's work, I would answer yes to each question. 

I really liked Litany of The City and Other Poems.  I read the full collection four times and the lead poem, five.  I will read it more in the future. I hope to read other collections by Parkinson and completely endorse this collection.    

Author supplied bio

Karl Parkinson’s work has been published in many magazines and journals, including The Stinging Fly. His chapbook A Sacrament Of Song was published in 2010 by Wurmpress and his first collection Litany Of The City & other Poems will be coming out soon from Wurmpress. He has been a featured reader/performer at The Electric Picnic, Glór sessions, Brown Bread Mix-tape and many more. In 2011 he was part of The Irish Rising poetry show in the Nuyorican Poets Cafe in New York city and in 2012 he performed at The March Hare Festival in Newfoundland, Canada. He won the Balcony TV award for the most entertaining video of the year in 2009. Leinster slam poetry winner 2010 and All-Ireland runner-up in 2011. He is one half of spoken word duo Droppin The Act(with Dave Lordan).


Wurm Press - Wurm im Apfel

wurmimapfel.net/wurmpress
from Wurm Press in 2013. Karl ParkinsonLitany of the City and other poems. Citychildren,. Eat my wordy tongue! Play me soft like a harp! Beat me like a drum!

Link to publisher page, has selections from the book.  You can also hear Parkinson read his works via a Google Search.  

There is a very interesting and thought provoking  Q and A (ok I think so) on my blog in which you can read one of his poems.

rereadinglives.blogspot.com/2013/.../karl-parkinson-question-and-answer.h...



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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Karl Parkinson A Question and Answer Session with the author of Sacrament of Song





March 1 to April 14
Q & A with Karl Parkinson
Galway

Karl Parkinson has very kindly allowed me to preface his excellent Q and A Session with a poem I find very powerful.


"Listening to classical music while thinking of Some great artists and their suffering"


by Karl Parkinson
Ah Lorca!
Did you moan like a bird or groan like a wounded bear?
When they shot you and left you laying like an unwanted sick dog,
or what of you Bukowski,
with your tongue burning with wine and whiskey
a drunken hag snoring at your side and your face scarred by demons.

Ezra Pound
old anti Semite, old mad man of poetry,
you left your voice
in that hospital for the insane, you left clear images in the water of literature.

Frida Khalo
sweet Frida, what a strong face, what a strong art
and all with your spine full of Steele and loneliness,
your heart full of Diego.
And now I see Milton raging in his blindness,
orating his brimstone poesy at his secretary,
seeking to show the ways of God to man and making a hero of Satan.

Blake
you said the archangel Gabriel tore the roof from your house,
other angels and spirits came and told you the secrets of art and everything,
but all people said was
"He's a fucking nut."

Kerouac
you blew the truth of a genius into the world,
and drew the prototype of spiritual freedom for us all,
then hung yourself on a cross made of cognac and tears.
Caravaggio's self severed head! Van Gogh's ear in a bloodied box!

Dostoyevsky's pockets emptied at the gamblers den!
Genet in jail! Pinero liverless and scattered over the Lower East side!
Morrison's bloated dead body in a bath! Cobains headless body lying on the floor!
The suicides: Hemingway & Hunter S, brilliant brains blown away!
Arenas exiled and Aids ridden, shivering in a New York bedroom!

Ian Curtis
Body wracked by seizures and heart torn in two by love,
body blue and hanging limp from a noose in the awful gray
of a Manchester morning.

Rimbaud
raped and deranged wandering through hell with his feet on fire,
his mouth full of blood, tongue forked and dripping the blessings
of delirium and wine.
And now young Arthur climbs on my back, kiss's my ear
and say's "The suffering of the artist is the suffering of the world"
a white rose, explodes in my brain showing me Christmas on earth
I hear the song of the heavens! I see the four fold vision!

All's well! No more the murder or the suicide!
No more the suffering! The vision ends in sound! MUSIC!!


Karl Parkinson’s work has been published in many magazines and journals, including The Stinging Fly. His chapbook A Sacrament Of Song was published in 2010 by Wurmpress and his first collection Litany Of The City & other Poems will be coming out soon from Wurmpress. He has been a featured reader/performer at The Electric Picnic, Glór sessions, Brown Bread Mix-tape and many more. In 2011 he was part of The Irish Rising poetry show in the Nuyorican Poets Cafe in New York city and in 2012 he performed at The March Hare Festival in Newfoundland, Canada. He won the Balcony TV award for the most entertaining video of the year in 2009. Leinster slam poetry winner 2010 and All-Ireland runner-up in 2011. He is one half of spoken word duo Droppin The Act(with Dave Lordan).


Karl Parkinson

1.Who are some of the contemporary short story writers you admire? If you had to say, who do you regard as the three best ever short story writers? (you can sub poets in here or mix it if you like)

 I don’t read a lot of short story’s, more poetry & Novels. My favourite short story’s are Joyce- The Dead. Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground, more a long, short story and Kerouac’s October The railroad earth.


2. I have read lots of Indian and American short stories in addition to Irish and alcohol plays a much bigger part in the Irish stories. How should an outsider take this and what does it say about Irish culture.   Drinking was a very big factor in the lives of several of the writers you mention in your poems, did it contribute to their misery or help them escape or both?

Alcohol is used to control and stupefy the masses, the Irish like many other Nations, might have a fetish for been controlled. I don’t drink it anymore myself, though I did have some great times, while been drunk, I still have a great time now when ever I want and don’t have hangovers. Alcohol and drugs have nullified and killed many a great artist.


3. Declan Kiberd has said the dominant theme of modern Irish literature is that of the weak or missing father? Do you think he is right and how does this, if it does, reveal itself in your work.

Is the failure of the writers you mention to achieve a stable life style and be at peace with themselves and their community a part of this-I am guess many of them were very poor fathers.

I’d say there is some truth in that, though when he say’s modern, how modern does he mean? My own Father died when I was 11 years old, so, it would obviously revel it’s self in my work and In the first section of my coming soon Book Litany Of The City the first section has 3 or 4 poems about him. But It is certainly not dominant.




4. A while ago i read and posted on a long biography of Hart Crane, author of the Bridge-few read it but many known of his life style as one of the first Gay poets living out a life of rough trade and wealthy older benefactors-he lived a very chaotic life and died young from suicide by jumping off a cruise ship. His father invented Life Saver Candy and wanted Hart to go in the Candy business with him-so if he Hart had done this and died at 75 rich living in ohio fat bald and married would he still be even much thought about let alone read?

It depends, if He still wrote the same at times sublime poetry that he did, then he would still be read, yes. But of course the facts of his life and death, will draw people to his work.

5. Ezra Pound-Dave Lordan also references him on occasion-same sort of question-is it the fact Ezra went mad and might have been some how turned on by Nazi ideology and trappings part of his appeal. Does Ezra have to go crazy to be interesting? Have you read The Cantos? does anybody

I’m not sure if his Nazi ideology would have much of an appeal, nor his madness. No he doesn’t have to go crazy to be interesting, there have been and are many, many crazy people who, nobody’s interested in. How crazy is crazy? Who is crazy? Who is not crazy? How do people ‘go ‘ crazy and why?  I’ve read some of them. Yes.

6.   tell is a bit about your non-literary work experience please

I’ve worked in factories, on Building sites, as a stage hand, in a furniture shop, various shit jobs like that. Now I’m teaching poetry workshops in schools, and I like that a whole lot better.


7. Tell us a bit about your educational background please

I had basic primary and secondary school education. No 3rd level.
I’ve had invaluable street education and have educated myself in the classic autodidactic way.

  1. Jack Kerouac-he seems to be making a come back-to what do you attribute that-have you read much of his work beyond On the Road? have you read "Howl" by Alan Ginsburg?

    I’ve read about 12 of his books and bios and critical works about him, so I’ve done a systematic study of him. I don’t think it’s a come back, I think it’s a growing of stature and film makers who are influenced by The Beats are making films about them at the moment so they’re back in the news at the moment, because Hollywood is on to them right now. Yes Howl  and Ginsberg and the whole Beat movement along with Blake, The romantics, and Whitman have  been a major influence on my decision to be a writer and on my work, much more than any Irish writers.



9. Why have the Irish produced such a disproportional to their population number of great writers?

They haven’t. Great writers: Joyce, Beckett, Wilde, No doubt. Yeats. Kavanagh, Swift, Flan O’Brien and others have a shot at it, some might argue at the sustainability of their greatness. So, no I think we are capable of producing much more great writers and should produce them in large quantities. Come on lets all have a go at it. Immortality is the only thing worth striving for, says William S Burroughs.   

10. (This may seem like a silly question but I pose it anyway-do you believe in Fairies?-this quote from Declain Kiberd sort of explains why I am asking this:

" One 1916 veteran recalled, in old age, his youthful conviction that the rebellion would “put an end to the rule of the fairies in Ireland”. In this it was notably unsuccessful: during the 1920s, a young student named Samuel Beckett reported seeing a fairy-man in the New Square of Trinity College Dublin; and two decades later a Galway woman, when asked by an American anthropologist whether she really believed in the “little people”, replied with terse sophistication: “I do not, sir – but they’re there."
 

 I’ve not met any fairies yet, but wouldn’t rule it out.


11. Do you think the very large amount of remains from neolithic periods (the highest in the world) in Ireland has shaped in the literature and psyche of the country?

Ireland is old and proud of it.


12. Tell us a bit about representing Ireland in New York City at a poetry event please? did being Irish give you extra status?


It was myself and a few other well know ‘Performance poets’ sent over by Culture Ireland and we had a good aul time. Yes it did, Americans loved me and found me to be everything they dreamed I would be.


13.  
Do you feel Aosdana is the best use of the Irish governments limited funds to promote the arts or do you think the money could be better spent in another way? No they should give it all to Dave Lordan and me. We will then start up The Mystic underdog, visionary school of excellence in the arts of Poetry, song, dance, magic, trance, Hierophany and Fragism.


14. OK this is a rude question so ignore or tell me off if you want to-in Savage Detective Roberto Bolano suggested one of the reasons men in Mexico City where the novel is set read at poetry workshops was to meet women who were looking for someone with the sensitive tortured soul of a poet-is Bolano just nuts when he said poetry workshops were a great way to meet women?


There are usually more woman then men at poetry workshops, so you’ll defiantly meet woman at them.  





15. William Butler Yeats said in "The Literary Movement"-- "“The popular poetry of England celebrates her victories, but the popular poetry of Ireland remembers only defeats and defeated persons”. I see a similarity of this to the heroes of the Philippines. American heroes were all victors, they won wars and achieved independence. The national heroes of the Philippines were almost all ultimately failures, most executed by the Spanish or American rulers. How do you think the fact Yeats is alluding too, assuming you agree, has shaped Irish literature

England had a lot more victories to celebrate and we had more defeats. But he is wrong about that, because Ireland never shuts up about heroes and victories, just ask Ray Houghton( He, who stuck a ball in the English net)


16.   in he same vein, if instead of being an artist suffering for her or his craft, a writer is rich and on the BBC does that make him less or more interesting, less or more authentic?

A writer who Is rich and on the BBC, may just be suffering more than most. I find the rich and poor to be as interesting as each other. If you’re Authentic, you’re authentic.

17. Do you think poets have a social role to play in contemporary Ireland or are they pure artists writing for themselves and a few peers? 

They do if they choose to. All artists make art for themselves and for others, this is obvious. I believe in the poet as a seer, shaman, magical world shaper, wouldn’t it be interesting if more poets did?

18. "To creative artists may have fallen the task of explaining what no historian has fully illuminated – the reason why the English came to regard the Irish as inferior and barbarous, on the one hand, and, on the other, poetic and magical."-is this right? Kiberd, Declan (2009-05-04). Inventing Ireland (p. 646).

Who is Declan Kiberd and why do love him so much? By the English, he seems to be talking about, the overlords in the palace and parliament, they see everyone as inferior and barbarous. As for the English people as a whole, I can’t speak for them, but doubt this to be true. (Response added by Mel u-Declan Kiberd is the author of Inventing Ireland: The Literature of the Modern Nation. He takes a post-colonial approach to Irish literature that is compatible with my readings in post colonial-Asian literature and he puts literature in perspective so one who with no formal training in the area can understand the background a bit. His book is sort of informing how I am looking at a lot of Irish lit for this month-of course no one has all the answers.)


19. Do you think Irish Travellers should be granted the status of a distinct ethnic group and be given special rights to make up for past mistreatment? Are the Travellers to the Irish what the Irish were once to the English? I became interested in this question partially through reading the short stories of Desmond Hogan.


They should if that’s what they want. I think it’s up to Travellers to say what they want, not me. I’d fully support them if that’s what they want to do. No, I don’t think they are to the Irish, what we were to the English. There’s defiantly a negative or stereotypical view of Travellers from certain sections of Irish society. In saying that, there are travellers who, act in certain ways that reinforce that view, eg the movie Knuckle, this happens with in the working/lower class background that I come from as well.    


20.  Ok probably this is really naive question, who is young Arthur?



Arthur Rimbaud, the great, French Poet.



  1. tell us about your partnership in Electric Picnic please?

    I think you mean my partnership in Droppin the act with Dave Lordan? Electric picnic id a festival.  Droppin The Act is a performance poetry Duo. We’re experimenting in and broadening the art of performance poetry in Ireland. We’re bringing the Hierophany to the people. You can google us!


22. if you could have dinner and talk to three writers no longer living, who would they be and why?

William Blake and Walt Whitman because we’re of the same ilk and Shakespeare because he is!

23. If you were to be given the option of living anywhere besides Ireland where would you live?

I don’t know I’ve not visited enough places yet to make an informed decision.

24. If you could time travel for 30 days (and be rich and safe) where would you go and why?

The future, to see what we’ve become.




25. Tell us about the biggest rewards and challenges teaching in literary workshops. 


 Seeing people, uncovering gifts they didn’t know they had. Breaking down conditioning.

26. Flash Fiction-how driven is the popularity of this form by social media like Twitter and its word limits? Do you see twitter as somehow leading to playwrights keeping conversations shorter than in years past? 

 I’m not really interested in Flash fiction. No.

27. How important in shaping the literature of Ireland is its proximity to the sea?

I think our proximity to the sea has shaped us as a country and a people, so that would then have an influence on our literature.

28.  When you are outside of Ireland, besides friends and family, what do you miss the most?  What are you glad to be away from?


I’ve never been out of Ireland for long enough to miss anybody. When in New York I did miss seeing the sky.

29. Quick Pick Questions
a. Yeat or Whitman or Pound: Whitman
b. dogs or cats. I’m not into having pets.
c.  best city to inspire a writer-London or Dublin Both
d.  favorite meal to eat out-breakfast, lunch or dinner? Dinner
e. RTE or BBC, BBC, no Adds.

30. OK let us close out on this note-what is your reaction these lines from a famous Irish poet?

I was born to the stink of whiskey and failure

And the scattered corpse of the real.

This is my childhood and country:

The cynical knowing smile

Plastered onto ignorance

Ideals untarnished and deadly

Because never translated to action

And everywhere

The sick glorification of failure.

Our white marble statues were draped in purple

The bars of the prison were born in our eyes

And if reality ever existed

It was a rotten tooth

That
couldn't be removed.
Michael O'Loughlin

I like it very much. He can write!

End

My great thanks to Karl for allowing me to publish his wonderful poem and for taking the time to provide us with such interesting well considered answers

Mel u

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