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With Christmas just around the corner what better way to prepare than to start paying for the Christmas dinner now.
FOUR NEW books will be launched at the next Over The Edge Writers’ Gathering - poetry collections by Stephanie Conn, Robyn Rowland, and Kate Ennals, and a new short story collection from Rosemary Jenkinson.
With Christmas just around the corner what better way to prepare than to start paying for your Christmas dinner now.
POST-HEANEY, Irish poetry is in desperate need of a 'next big thing'. It should, preferably, be a poet with a haircut sufficiently stylish to allow him/her at least pretend to be young.
On Friday November 29 1940, a tiny new bookshop opened its doors for the first time on High Street in Galway city. Little could its proprietors, Des and Maureen Kenny, have then envisaged that this modest business start-up – embarked upon when Ireland was in the early stages of World War II rationing - would go on to be one of Ireland’s foremost bookshops and art galleries and, over its six decades, a valued friend to many of the country’s most eminent writers and artists.
THE KENNY Gallery and Bookshop has reached its 75th year in business and to mark this platinum milestone, it hosts an exhibition, celebrating through 75 different objects, the fascinating history of this family-owned Galway institution.
IN WHAT is probably the best poem in Jane Clarke’s debut collection, The River, published by Bloodaxe, the narrator asks “Who owns the field?//Is it the one who is named in the deeds/whose hands never touched the clay/or is it the one who gathers the sheaves//takes a scythe to the thistles, plants the beech?"
An exhibition of selected works by acclaimed Belfast artist Dermot Seymour is opening in the Ballina Arts Centre today (March 13).
The highly successful Lady Gregory Autumn Gathering celebrates its 20th birthday in Coole Park, Gort, from Friday to Sunday, September 26 to 28.
Seamus Heaney was not quite sure whether, as an adult, he ‘invented backwards’ some of his earliest fascination with words, but he didn’t think so. Because he could still picture the small boy absorbed by the old wireless in his farmhouse home, between Castledawson and Toomebridge, in Northern Ireland.* He would touch and pronounce some of the names on its dial, such as Hilversum, Stuttgart and Leipzig.