Some other writing

Thanks for Sharing: Post-internet poetry

Sam Riviere, Kim Kardashian’s Marriage (Faber, £10.99); Frances Leviston, Disinformation (Picador £9.99). 2015: the year of car hacks, the ‘quantified self’ intensified by health apps and Fitbits, and of ever leaking cloud data; the year that exposed Amazon’s extensive metric … More

Irish Review: Radically Necessary Heaney

Because I am at an age when I can no longer like poetry, or an aspect of poetry, as I please, Seamus Heaney’s work is important to me in its entirety. By this I mean, I suppose, his oeuvre and … More

Speech at AWB Vincent Award Ceremony

My last book, Profit and Loss, contained a poem written partly in response to the financial crisis of 2008, and when it was nominated for a poetry award from which two of the other contenders withdrew because the award ceremony … More

Dublin Writers Festival: On Writing

As a poet, in a way, I have very little to say on the subject of ‘writing’ – because I don’t really think of poems as things I write so much as, if I think about it at all, as things I think of. While I cannot quite bring myself to talk about ‘composing’ poems, the word suggests the form’s affinity with the creation of music, and the importance, to poetry, of music and sound over written content. More

We must use what transport we can: Louis MacNeice and the train journey.

My first encounter with Louis MacNeice was reading ‘The Sunlight on the Garden’ and ‘Meeting Point’ in anthologies of Irish poetry – beautiful, prismatic lyrics which I came to think were not entirely characteristic of the poet. Later, MacNeice became the Godfather of a Northern Irish poetry I’d only been dimly aware existed. More

Malone Hoard – 26 Treasures

Malone Hoard. In coffeeshops on the Lisburn Road we eat with mobile phones beside our plates: our shiny black talismans. Sixteen-year-old girls lol-ing, hoarding our trove of digital images: text and symbol. Uploading, but less loading up treasure – not … More


The hazards of a one-to-one relationship between poems and photographs, Paul Muldoon suggests in his introduction to Plan B, can be seen in ‘Monty Python’s spoof news broadcast in which a voice-over refers to ‘the Lord Privy seal’ while we’re given, in quick succession, shots of Dali’s Christ of St John of the Cross, a toilet bowl and a shiny seal balancing a shiny ball on its nose’. More

What do I know? (Or, why I need to give up post-modernism and live an irony-free life)

One theory holds that Northern Irish poets ‘share elements of an outlook – ironic, stylish, suspicious of obvious sincerity’ (Martin Mooney In the Chair), but in fact when I was growing up, all the best culture was like this: ironic, referential and – God help me – ludic. In the 1990s, the films of the Cohen brothers and Quentino Tarantino played in multiplexes as well as art house cinemas, and I can’t have been the only one who was too young to appreciate their references and flirtation with pastiche, but enjoyed them anyway. More

Clare Gallagher: Domestic Drift

A grassy dome littered with tiny flowers sits in the middle of an earthy path.  The scale, at first, is confusing: is this a small mountain, or raked leaves in a garden?  A plastic shark and an orange ball balance, equally improbably, on irregular, glassy waves in what must be a paddling pool, or part of a child’s toy. More